This is a song about "They fack it up"

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

A twenty somethin cup

On how they set me up

But he never spoke up, so they could make it last

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Soldiers acting brave to put up fronts make sure they stay on it,

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Fuck all the movies about love they can shove it up a glove or down a somebody's dove

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Expecting things to go they way while sitting with they feet up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Bitches suck me up like they just blazed it

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it