This is a song about "Up dow"

It's gonna be a fight up

I know you're mad, but so what

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

When i roll another doob up

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

Money i make em buck

With every dick that went up

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

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