This is a song about "Head up"

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head

But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

But like 2pac said, keep ya head up/

What a mess! but we clean in the club

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

All that counts is that head up your ass,

She graduated top of the class

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

These words that swirl up in my head