This is a song about "My album being number 1 on the charts"

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

When my words already kill your album.

We will never die, we are forever alive

Shit, i'm still number one on the podium for ill rhymes

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You haters put up your guards

Stop and look at the charts,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

I swooped up the number 1 pick like i had the scoop from the