This is a song about "High top"

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

One moment we'll be so high

But i am flying high

All you niggas die

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

No worries, i'll put you on top

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Block the pass, we on top/

Fuck that job been around that block

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Top notch to the top, i'm rated