This is a song about "We up"

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

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Ends in a fuck to cover up the muck we stew up,

So i ain't giving a fuck

And we try to keep up

I'll be cursing tha law

We spark, pull up then draw

We said we would never break up we would stay together,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Raising glasses as we waste our years up,

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

That shit was wack as fuck

I'm glad that we ain't caked up.