This is a song about "Wat up"

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Lights coming up, night coming up,

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Take wat u took from me out on you

Don't fuck around and make it true

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

So gangstas keep doin wat your doin and i promise ill have the last laugh!!!!!

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass