This is a song about "One up"

But your one lucky girl your mans here to pick you up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Just need some syllables to go one up

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Maybe one day i'll wake up and be rich

I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

But i, will mess up the last one, i bet ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Inspired enough to one day grow up

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

How you hold in emotion

Load up his nine no one defy him