This is a song about "On top of rap hierarchy"

I hear em gossiping on top of me my temp sky rocketing

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Half my family and friends on top of me

On top of the ledges now,

Bitches ain't around one thou

On top of that, i’m broke

I fucking hate this job

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

You think your at the top of the rap game, well fuck heights

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

To show you new fags who's on top of this