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

The route, of where he's heading, head straight to the top

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Here you better scope it, climb to the top just my hands i rope it,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Go to the top of the building

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

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

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