This is a song about "On top"

Think your on top, should probably check again

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Top dropped down, black on black

Well man i do the yacht

In hopes to get on top

Top dollars and girls(do you see, if we just stop, we could be on top),

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got

On top of the world but underground

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

No worries, i'll put you on top

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Will somebody please show me how

On top of the ledges now,