This is a song about "Keeping your head up"

I've been dragging on, keeping up, for a span of #two #weeks,

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

To the oppressed out there, go on, just keep your head up

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

There won't be no problem keeping up with zeek,

Y’all never escape your past, it’s just hope but keeping the chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Heard that you alright though