This is a song about "Made it to the top"

Yo let’s take it back to hip-hop from the top of the show,

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

So what made it all the way here what did you lose to take it here

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

I made it to the sky, without ever biting styles

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

We made it to perfection

You're uncool like my mother kin

I shall rap nonstop, my goal's to make it to the top

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

That's how i got the weed spot

Just tryin to make it to the t-o-p