This is a song about "Get me a top"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Back then you couldn't top up for me,

Started off with a vic made it to the top

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Finna get to the top all i gotta do is climb

Where you belong with your family

Climb a skyscraper, still cant get to me

Causing me to steer, off the path, someone get me a beer,

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Early adapters agree they all late

Put me into this tip top, shape,

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop