This is a song about "Being on top"

Don't want to be the king

For going on being

No worries, i'll put you on top

I make her cum a lot

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Straight g thing, double m g thing

For going on being

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

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

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,