This is a song about "Poor people keep your head up happy"

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

But keep your head up, never let up, there's a brighter day,

We gunna take this party on into the morning

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Keep your head up n be strong like the titans

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,

Just keep that head up high, everything you do has a reason,

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Crazy what people will do to fuck with you and get in your head

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Like pac said, man keep your head up even when you're fed up