This is a song about "Tell her to stand up"

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

And wait for the chaos to begin for me to stand up

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

So lets stand up to the melody,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Nobody to tell her she was a princess

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

And stand up again and try to make some kind of living

I thought it'd get better but

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

And stand up to society,

How do i tell her that she needs to take charge..and make up wasted time,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime