This is a song about "Live in the upper penisula"

Class whereby the upper, with their butlers and mongers

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast

Or let us all live in the dark

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

So i live life in the fast lane

Then lost her faith again

I'm going off the top of the brain

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best

The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,

Terrorists among the world that we live in,

She smiles; a niggas full of passion