This is a song about "To of the charts"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Don't listen to the song of the sirens

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

We should fuck each others mothers

To the back of this verse,

Try to be real, not just top of the charts.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

From the streets to the charts,i was not

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Go to the top of the building

This ain't easy, im thinking

Finish line with the tire marks

Stop and look at the charts,

Over me the same peeps that have died

Top ten charts, where i reside