This is a song about "Up down"

It's like what comes up must down

They can’t even come around

Down in hell he is hiding, i'm trying to line him up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Keep getting pushed down, but we #slither back up.

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Pick em' up and knock em' down

He just throws it around

But ill never be brought down, im to far up

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

You need to shut up, back up, and back down

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

The face mob, kept it ghetto for the h town

Pickin up the pace now, you're on the floor face down

I pick you up, off the ground, throw it down

To come and change my life around