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

Nobody to tell her she was a princess

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Picks it up to call back to tell him that she loves him with her body

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

I want to tell her why i gave up so easily so i wont seem so low

Tell your girl to clean my splatter up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

Won't even be able to stand up straight, aren't ya

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

I should tell her not to follow us.

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

So lets stand up to the melody,