This is a song about "The come up glo up"

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

I'm on the clock, so i strive to come up faster than imaginable,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Flip the beat just like gymnasts you come up short similar to midgets

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Come wit me you'll smoke around

What goes up must come down

So i'm writing you this letter

It still will come up clever

City on the come up, shout that nigga sosa!

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Come back with some shit that's so crazy it'll bring the dead up

Cause when i look up at the sky, you come up in my mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind