This is a song about "To the top"

She wanted to fight at first

How to claim the top of the world

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Now he's blasted after the top like an heir to the throne

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

I was born at the bottom, on my way to the top

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

On my way to the top with theory,

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I shall rap nonstop, my goal's to make it to the top

I'm just expected to be respected, not to climb to the top

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Going over your head, i'm climbing to the top

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/