This is a song about "Jump"

Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle

Aren't you somethin', an original

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

You, you, you have to pay for that

She say she love me more than anything

Wanna jump high and punch the ceiling

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

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

Don't you dare jump over to conclusions,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

That i use as a jump rope willingly

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I'm craving the feeling to jump and fly

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic