This is a song about "Late greats best one prosper on top kings money getters mobsters"

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Somebody told me there would be money at the top,

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

It’s hip-hop, not pop

One two three to late now your gone busted nose

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

To em, big, pac and jay, they were my top in greats

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Gotta make sure we have enough money, cause my lady said "i'm late"

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Can't bear the sight of kings on my chest, it's not too swell