This is a song about "At the top"

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Sent away in the box, locked at the top of the ghetto,

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

I'm at the top of the league the way i pro-vide,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

Never gonna stop always at the top

Curl up like big worm when i drop

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

While you thinking that at the top i haven't been around

I'll just rip you apart, start from the top, at the armpits.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown

I'll be waiting at the top ready to knock it down