This is a song about "Top me"

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

It collapses on top of me and i see

She givin me top and its sloppy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

So pretty please, with sugar on top, tell me how to say it,

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I hear em gossiping on top of me my temp sky rocketing

Half my family and friends on top of me

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And nigga if you aint got versace then nigga you can not top me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Told that bitch give me some top