This is a song about "You wanna know how i back it up"

Hope you know now this is how i get riled up

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Move it buddy get back, i just wanna spit facts

To what we doing here

So i know how you feel

I know i’m 'bout to kill it, how you know? i got that feeling

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I just wanna know how imma make it to heavens ladder

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Burnin up my fever is back, that's how i got ill

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll