This is a song about "You jealous of my come up"

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Why you allowed my wife to leave me and come up to you.

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

So all the people that hates you, is just jealous of you.

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Im on my come up and when im done

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

Up but the thought of my success make you want to throw up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Hoe, bitch why you fronting? you ain't come up, so why you showing up?

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Rise up from mistakes as you come to.

Now i gotta exit after you