This is a song about "Jump"

I don't want it on my back

So i jump back on this track

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Don't you dare jump over to conclusions,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Wanna jump high and punch the ceiling

Lilly allen you jump in to

Hey now got a thing for you

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Jump posing a kong-fu kick,

My brothers they tried to jump me

Bitch, they call it motor city