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

I can't believe it, you're out here making stacks of cheese

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

And spit all over the world from on top it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

And don't make vibrations stop

Till i come out on top,

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call

I'm missing out on making everybody scream "whoa!"

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro