This is a song about "Finally on top"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Feel your chest on top on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Found something on the streets , finally this is what i need.

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

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

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Think your on top, should probably check again