This is a song about "Into up"

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Barrell up into a hotbox, watch the threading looms/

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

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

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Mic me up and invite me into your home, you're doing the right thing

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

They hittin me up i wont go into details,

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Listen witness beatin flinchin faggots up into submission

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

(what up dad?) do you remember breaking into our house?

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows