This is a song about "Standing up"

When fights turn to wars ill make sure im still standing.

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I'm standing up for me, word savvy, and every kid who you caused pain/

Wonder, i'm still standing at pinnacle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Mind is hand-standing, damn it; i can't stand it

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

I’m standing up for the innocent, the young, the departed

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Niggas claim they making moves still standing where they start

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

He's probably standing on your stoup..

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Now standing on the podium, you understand nigga