This is a song about "Shes a top brainer"

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

Shes overdosed, so i closed, the gate sealed your fate, go on a blind date

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I wish that bitch, would take a pic from a building on the top

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

What i'm doin i just blow, my head is a stove top

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Now shes taking her last ride in a hearse

We should fuck each others mothers

Shes ridin on my dick like a broom stick

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick