This is a song about "Up and down"

Scars up and down my arms

You haters put up your guards

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Ive been hit knocked down, done came up and aint shit changed

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I'll own your ass up and down the street

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs

Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs

So sit down, shut up and follow the crowd

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

I've become immune to you no name haters

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh