This is a song about "Finally on top"

I love the way you walk

Till i come out on top,

Feel your chest on top on

My sim card's the bomb

But i stay on top the game

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Pay dues like a hair salon

Feel your chest on top on

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

On top dubia, india. stop to buy india

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra