This is a song about "Up down"

Where you come up also where you drop down

Cause everytime yall come around

In a game that'll throw you down, every time you climb up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I replied "layin down" but actually i was really fucked up.

Then get out your seat and jump around

Throw them c'z up, throw them b'z down

Tire marks, tire marks

Scars up and down my arms

Turn down...as i switch up the flow,

This prada make me shallow

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around