This is a song about "On top of things"

You slide, im on top of the ramp,

I just write that right by a mic stand

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You cant stand up im on top of ya body

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

On top of the world but underground

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

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

I'll start acceleratin', till i'm back on top of biz,

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english