This is a song about "Rappers coming up"

When i said i'm up and coming a wasn't telling porky pies

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

The suns coming up, oh,

I'm rolling down the window

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

I'm coming up with the bigger number no doubt,

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

I call em up, send em a pic, my niggas coming through

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Young but got talent other rappers are washed up off balance

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

You're coming up short of my kneecap, midget,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Chills start at my heels coming up i feels