This is a song about "Coming up big"

Cuz im coming up still,

Uhh, and i'm ill

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

Of him seeing shrinks and coming up with the plan

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Coming up in the impala.

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

But i'm coming up fast, rappers better stay clear/

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Big hopes, big dreams, and he stands spitting these fucked up things,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Big cheese scheming, i'm posted up on a quiche

But now i'm pointin the finger at police