This is a song about "Bars from the top of my head"

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Started from the bottom, too the top

Kiss my body from the tip top

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

I'm at the top of the game in my mind

All of the hair from out my head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone