This is a song about "Lace up"

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

And maybe i am but

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

You phonies is fake you all is tripping tie up ya lace

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck