This is a song about "On the top"

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

Reaching the top i lay my hand on the gate.

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

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

Fake mc's the opposition, i'm on top position

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Living if she is or not

Block the pass, we on top/

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Fake niggas get cold-cocked, twenties on the stove top,

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex