This is a song about "Start up buisness"

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

Hands start grabbin me as i run up the stairs

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

My dreams with her were flushed/i'm about to start giving up i thought she

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Be proactive pick up a box start wrapping

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

And now that you're grown up you need to start roll,

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Look up at the sky hope it start rainin money

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti