This is a song about "Top me down"

Let's start this #tail off the top! down the #spine #accord

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Gotta lotta shit to say but it down on paper call it off the top

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Don’t you be holding back

Top dropped down, black on black

Or when flying down a panel in some hi-top jays

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

 but this has got me so down,

We ball, that breakdown

Put me into this tip top, shape,

They say them colors must be fake

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family