This is a song about "Glowing up"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Incredible flow you cant bind up (bind up)

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

And constantly looking up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

I don't really give a fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block