This is a song about "Jump"

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

I bet you hear that white music

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

Don't know her name those ain't really important

A break from what you hearing

Wanna jump high and punch the ceiling

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Razor grips, laser spit

To jump up and throw a fit

My brothers they tried to jump me

Could i make you my baby