This is a song about "Was up"

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I was all caught up in that bullshit and was never conspicuous

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

I loved peter pan when i was growing up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

But he never caught on he was caught up

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Living out of a homeless shit

It was up to me to choose it

On they car note to go to the club

If nap was experience then you woke up