This is a song about "Pull ups"

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Take the beat and make it a carcass

We spark, pull up then draw

Life of and outlaw

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Just to let you know, you are

And i pull my trigger

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

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