This is a song about "Pull ups"

And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

The miracle we finna pull.

We can leave before midnight for sure

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

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Turn you over pull it out

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

Imma bout to pull out

Or know what its about

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness/

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush