This is a song about "Reach the top"

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Better hope this doesn't reach the ears of an executive

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

Till the day i reach the throne

I be ballin, they wonder why

The one trying to reach the sky

Block the pass, we on top/

Got a beans if you wanna pop

To reach the paradise

I need a backyard full court size

R.i.p to the victims reach out and take my loving letter,

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

Until the day i reach the top

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop