This is a song about "The glo up"

....from the bottom came up...

A twenty somethin cup

So please just shut the fuck up,

On they car note to go to the club

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

If not, resume-sending on the wake up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Yeah the beat's fast, can you keep up

They like talking, its like gossip