This is a song about "Whats up bubby"

Im like whats up, he says your too much of a og for this place, now leave before i smack your face,

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

No undoing whats done, outdone everyone

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Then your crew whats up with the world today

Time for me to stand up for whats right

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

Wonder whats it gonne take

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Learning molecule and for whats inside

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right