This is a song about "Shes a top brainer"

I'll spy on ya chief, see a gold on top

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Her body and you know she loves you but shes a corny hoe now get ready to

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

But never find a soft stop, when i'm off the top,

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

My heart is snowing, ima choking holder, shes a croaking folder

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Now shes taking her last ride in a hearse

Started off with a vic made it to the top

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block