This is a song about "Trying to get money and make it to da top"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

These hot knocks/ i can't stop , i'm a strive till i make it to the top/

Cause even if you get out ill be at the top waiting to make you cry

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

I'm trying to clear shit up, and make sure my concerts working,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

All trying to make it in the number one spot

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

May not make enough to get it

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Trying to make money so my family could eat

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep