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

Wonder what goes on in my head, number 10 shows the last rapper is dead

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

I want to be the number 1 rapper in quebec

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Finish line with the tire marks

Stop and look at the charts,

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Like a a+ student trying to have the number 1 score on the test,

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

My shrine, this album is divine

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

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