This is a song about "Tier"

Back then we were the best, sitting on that upper tier

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

I'm top tier aimin high, fly as a kite

I call that top tier re-positioning

Straight g thing, double m g thing