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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

The haters are lickin' their fingers, waitin' for my album,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

By #number #one on this #train #track, the most promising villain

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Please correct me, stretch marks

Stop and look at the charts,

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

1:25 and i'm rapping on my laptop/

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop