This is a song about "The top and cash"

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

And ill just climb up to the top

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Splice and mash, bite the cash, imagine if all rap was wack,

And the rest of the greats, i’ll make my way to the top,

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

On top of the game and had the whole shit flattened

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

If you thought it, it better be what you want

At the bottom and top, running and also stopped,