This is a song about "Into up"

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Maybe if i keep it up i'll get into this shit again

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Shes broken up into little pieces scattered and thrown away

Piece up mind to put it into beats

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Up a storm, the young pup was born into crime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Up above my castle's moat, right into my fucking throne

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

You're very attractive, and notice that

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

The dealers made that shit into crack and they cooked it up,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

And even he was afraid of bumping heads with bert, plus he didn't want his future right hand hurt.

Up shit in the pot to get beef going around me, so i can bring people into the dirt