This is a song about "Yoyo"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Up an down like a yoyo, yayo on the rise, we deny the high make us fly in the sky

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

He put to sleep like a yo-yo

Your career has more downs than ups like a yo-yo

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow