This is a song about "Jump"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Play basketball you can't even fuckin jump shot

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Don't you dare jump over to conclusions,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Hat is always forest so the bitches call me gump

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

The dead society of a poet

To jump up and throw a fit

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

Wanna jump high and punch the ceiling

Tell them niggas they sleeping