This is a song about "Top knots"

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

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

Somehow landed on top

I fucking hate this job

Until the day i reach the top

They burn on every block

Kiss my body from the tip top

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

So take the stage just show me what you got

That's how i got the weed spot

And ill just climb up to the top

I get my cake; i love hip hop

And i'm already at the top.

I'm taking shots, y'all faking knots, conscious? i'm paid to talk it,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit