This is a song about "Push ups"

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

The bullies constantly push him into lockers

You can push me aside and rush

I'm a magician so please focus

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

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

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

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

Go through ups and downs,through right and wrong

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb