This is a song about "Jump"

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

To jump up and throw a fit

Jump in line and fight, n.y. to alabama,

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That i use as a jump rope willingly

Jump that bitch from off a ramp

Fighting with my weak hand

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

My car kisses police who jump in front of cars willingly.

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly