This is a song about "I m number 1"

I'm not even getting paid, wait till' i'm number 1 next decade/

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

I took my number, i waited in line

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

He even made me feel like he the number 1 newbie

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Number one position, i wanna be the greatest.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...