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

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

And i don't make no bed rock

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Gotta lotta shit to say but it down on paper call it off the top

Gonna make from the bottom to the top

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

There is nothing in the world to do to make it fresher

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

I like it rough, and will go over the top

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

I'm just expected to be respected, not to climb to the top

These hot knocks/ i can't stop , i'm a strive till i make it to the top/

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got