This is a song about "Pull ups"

Big shit popping, i'm the man

Boomerang, pull the trigger bang bang.

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

We can leave before midnight for sure

The miracle we finna pull.

And i can already see the flips my opponent will pull

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

I must go like fly route

Imma bout to pull out

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Yea, my middle finger to the law

Fuck raw, pull out, now withdraw