This is a song about "Off the top"

But never find a soft stop, when i'm off the top,

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Just that hot i'm a lyricist that can't stop,i screw you off the top making the fumes

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

Will not spit off the top and get scared, then they wall their block,

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Twista finna get up on the track

Off the top like a confiscated snap back

From the bottom to the top

Pawning my chain in the shop

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Working my way to the top