This is a song about "High top"

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

Somehow landed on top

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

You know every night i'm high

Just searching for the perfect shot

No worries, i'll put you on top

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Disgusted, not even in the top 30? bitch i'm almost top six/

Block the pass, we on top/

You chris, i rock

And i'm already at the top.

I know you just doing your job

I'm back to life flying high as pilots on airliners designed for the top

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Cause i am at the fucking top