This is a song about "Jump all in"

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Ya full of ya self, get ya cock out ya mouth before ya jump in this beef

Run to my room, put the boom in the bag then jump out the window

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Lilly allen you jump in to

I jump in the air to glide, she don’t want to fight

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.