This is a song about "On the top"

I’ll be there on the top ten lists with dre and tupac,

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

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

On top of the game and had the whole shit flattened

And there is no chemistry

On my way to the top with theory,

On top of the world but underground

All my other people that dance around

And spit all over the world from on top it

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I feel on top of the world

She wanted to fight at first

Like a fiend off the best rock

Block the pass, we on top/