This is a song about "Top knots"

And don't make vibrations stop

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

Tied our stomach in knots, nothing could stop us now,

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Until the day i reach the top

Yo, i'm sitting on the top

I fucking hate this job

Working my way to the top

Let me see you walk

Till i come out on top,

Well man i do the yacht

Told that bitch give me some top

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop