This is a song about "Pull up on em"

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

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

Put expressions in their music and create the face

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Tie each limb up and stretch em on a rack til it breaks

Studied up and i passed ‘em

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

End up workin' at mcdonalds, on welfare and give 'em hell,

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock