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

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

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

I'll scream my fucking head off

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

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

You a supportin character im bashin ya in the head with bars

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Nigga i could flip a verse off the top of the dome

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

I have the vision of her visage in my head

Hip hop is the game, domination top of my check-list

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink