This is a song about "Pullin up"

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Man i'm so fuckin sick i got ambulances pullin me over and shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I'll murk em like dirk nowitzki pullin the trigga from three

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Cause this album pack enough evil

Like this shit you keep pullin made me feeble

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck