This is a song about "Pop up out the cut we get up with ya gang"

Everyone stands up looking out the window urged to get off

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

Money i make em buck

We goin out we showin up

Wake up, pop a cap, rinse and repeat, turn up the beat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Now get up out the store 'fore the g's let it spray

With our backs against the wall, we're stacked up 'till we fall,

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Best get ya ass to a hospital before you end up in the morgue

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up