This is a song about "Give it up"

Your aura is a magnet, my eyes a metal bag, it's attractive

I give out the medals for those who give up how could i give up if

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Give up, it wont happen, im visious, my rhymes are core and sweet,

And never give up the fight

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Give me the key, give it baby

Once as a slave who imagined being free

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

And i ain't about to throw it all away so i can give it up (ohh)

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow