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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Cause you're most likely to crash

Your girl though shes a nice piece of ass

Shell blow me so hard shes gonna develop a lisp

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Huh, got to get better with time

Shes just hopin for a quick line

So take the stage just show me what you got

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

Jay rock cooks rocks on a fuking stove top.

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Shes the only girl that can actually take a damn hit,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit