This is a song about "Up down"

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

I hit em up everywhere, especially down low/

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Sitting down, thinking back, got myself mixed up

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

Everytime you come around

And her soul flew down not up,

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Pick em' up and knock em' down

He just throws it around