This is a song about "Lap top"

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Ever since then i had no job

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

And i'm already at the top.

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

That means i have no block

Somehow landed on top

Top notch to the top, i'm rated

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit