This is a song about "Lace up"

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

Life's a trip my nigga make sure you lace your sneaks,

Car with no limit what

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Tie my shoe every single lace i got my own world don't come onto my base

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck