This is a song about "Top me"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

Critics twist my lyrics every minute, cynics on top of me,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

See i'm comin for your top

They burn on every block

And sins we got

Till i come out on top,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

She givin me top and its sloppy

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Back then you couldn't top up for me,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Spot me ollie popping 'top of blocks as hot as the sun