This is a song about "Switch it up"

That's why i switch to rap and give it back and vent to vent,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

Switch up to the fast lane hop in and lets roll!

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Uhh young zeke with it, now danny gunna go switch hit.

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Turn down...as i switch up the flow,

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck