This is a song about "Ups"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness/

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

Your career has more downs than ups like a yo-yo

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups