This is a song about "Getting top"

And now that i'm at the top

Well man i do the yacht

Kiss my body from the tip top

I know you just doing your job

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

And i'm already at the top.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

On top of other issues stacking and the world be getting mad at me,

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Block the pass, we on top/

Let me see you walk

Somehow landed on top

Better stop pop-rappers getting to the top faster

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger