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

What ya jealous of me

And now that i’m getting money

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Chat you up you come to my place for a ration

So please lord come and take me up up and out of this world.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

Cause when i look up at the sky, you come up in my mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Murdering you before you even come up with a thought

I'm just here to have a good time

But can't come up with a good line of rhyme.

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue