This is a song about "Jump"

Wanna jump high and punch the ceiling

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Turn up that music

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Open myself, yeah i wanted to quit, jump in the pit

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

I never crack i got that chap stick

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

That i use as a jump rope willingly

The weed in me is real sticky

So i'm one with that

To jump up and throw a fit

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Every since then our whole city been horrible