This is a song about "Jump"

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

Don't you dare jump over to conclusions,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

I ain't trying to be ignorant

In this beef you may have got the jump

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

After that moscato hit

To jump up and throw a fit