This is a song about "Going up"

You're fed up with the way things are going, you're poor and sick and tired

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

She's going real light, right up in her head

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Battle, your head is still going to end up on my mantle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Sometimes i think im going too fast that ima end up in a collision,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Told me i was going to grow up to be a prostitute standing

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Hold up just wait a minute i'm going to go let you finish//

We are going to the top and you cant stop we got hops so here is a mop so clean your act up

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club