This is a song about "High top"

You know every night i'm high

I'll meet you in the sky

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

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

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

Cause i am at the fucking top

That means i have no block

From the bottom to the top

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

I'm top tier aimin high, fly as a kite

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Top notch to the top, i'm rated

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Ok, bitch you outta your top.