This is a song about "To the top"

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

This is the part where we run hip hop

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

Jay z, talib kweli, mos def, rocked to the tip top,

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Started off with a vic made it to the top

Jay z, talib kweli, mos def, rocked to the tip top,

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Ima plane hopper, bitch, im going to the top