This is a song about "The come up"

And i made it with that dope flow

Come up, steal the show, make em overflow,

Look , the come up is real

Hopin' when this bread get here

I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time

Come equipped, man we lock up lead in the nine,

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

I've come up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks/

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Fuck im so auspicious, tynna make mischief, come up on the mic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick