This is a song about "Me on top"

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom

It collapses on top of me and i see

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Benign and malice keep me clean up top

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I gotta know if it's real or not

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

So get them ends hot

Told that bitch give me some top

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block