This is a song about "Freestylin from the top of my head"

Started from the bottom, too the top

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

My god come before this bread

All of the hair from out my head

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Immersed in the words that surge when i spurt from my high head.

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

From a head full of madness rests my thoughts that i complete

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

I'm at the top of the game in my mind

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.