This is a song about "Into up"

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

I just bought this chainsaw, how bout i slice you up and turn your body into raw meat,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Barrell up into a hotbox, watch the threading looms/

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

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Up a storm, the young pup was born into crime

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Letting me drown into your tangled up mess that will break us in two

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you