This is a song about "Getting to the top"

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

Now he's blasted after the top like an heir to the throne

I'm definitely in a class of my own

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Jay z, talib kweli, mos def, rocked to the tip top,

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Buy some new tims, i lace em to the top

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Going over your head, i'm climbing to the top

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

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