This is a song about "Making it out on top"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Till i come out on top,

I fucking hate this job

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Thats just the cherry on top, not the lot of it

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

So the battle champions list, i belong on top of it,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's

I love the way you walk

Block the pass, we on top/

I'm missing out, on making some of that dough.

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show