This is a song about "On the top"

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

And spit all over the world from on top it

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

You may feel like a lost book on the top shelf foregone

On my way to the top with theory,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

On top of the world but underground

Then speed it up, this playing in the background

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

It's so hot when cookin' up the coke rock on stove top,

Look on your page, you really think you're boss at the top,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop