This is a song about "Being ahead of the game"

Just the fact of being there

We both grown and i dont care

Im tired of being the third wheel

You light-years behind here

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Me ahead of the curve knowing just what i worth

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Took the form of a human being

Throw your gun in tha air

Just the fact of being there

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Its like baby of the rap game

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

The quintessential destruction of the rap game,