This is a song about "At the top"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

At the bottom and top, running and also stopped,

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Somebody told me there would be money at the top,

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

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

At the top where i'm in, is no place for your adventure.

Trade in my white tee for a tie and a sweater

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

And now that i'm at the top

Almost cried right on the spot