This is a song about "First i drop my top"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I ain't gonna stop untill i'm at the very top, i ain't never gonna drop, stand in

I hear em gossiping on top of me my temp sky rocketing

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

When i became eleven. same age i made my first confession,

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

The 2 man clique at the top, soon to drop

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

I pull up with drop top data make ya heart stop

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Where every recipient, property of the state

No we don't, awfully stoned drop the top back you outta know

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello