This is a song about "Turing up"

Cause imma step it up, build it up

I don't really give a fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

And constantly looking up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck