This is a song about "Me and my gang on top"

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Top ranked, number one my son

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

It collapses on top of me and i see

I'm flying on top yeah my rhyming supreme

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

Both: this the perfect plan

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Critics twist my lyrics every minute, cynics on top of me,