This is a song about "Livin it up"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Be it spoken sugarcoated or zero coca coke, you're still just livin', dreaded fodder

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

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

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Flame it up, hear my flow, i changed it up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup