This is a song about "Pushin"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I know everything cause i got power, no more pushin' powder,

It sounds good, you ain't pushin' work in the projects

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Pushin beam-o's then parlay in reno with two fly latinos

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

When it comes to pushin i shove, your diss ain't enough, can't piss me off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

On my pushin flow, lookin for the dealings

Can't nothing come between me and you

You just gotta keep pushin thru