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

The route, of where he's heading, head straight to the top

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

The next day you is everybody target

Throw her body off the top bunk

Secret society all we ask is trust

Im trying to see her in bed

All of the hair from out my head

Killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

It off the head like circumcision

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them