This is a song about "Top me"

So fuckin real that not even myself could top me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

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

That's how i got the weed spot

Till i come out on top,

And this candy gets me cheddar im the markets top supplier

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Somebody told me there would be money at the top,

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Climbing to the top so quickly that its scaring me

I'm dreaming to be great

Put me into this tip top, shape,