This is a song about "Into up"

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

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

Cut up rappers into pieces like i was a lumberjack/

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Tie you up put you in the trunk and drive your car into a hospital

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Walk into the club like what up this is a sock hop

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

She looks into his room to find he gave up so soon tears rolled down

I slice you up into pieces

Pocket racked up all big faces

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob