This is a song about "Pull ups"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Said when i do dirt wit her

And i pull my trigger

Life has its ups and downs but it aint no roller coaster

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

God damn pull out my racks

For setting up traps

Or know what its about

Turn you over pull it out