This is a song about "Top model"

Marry a model and pop an awful lot of bottles,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And even buy you a bottle

My new bitch is now a model

By any means, if ya like it or not

From the bottom to the top

Follow the vogue model hunny, ya beauty is straight crummy

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Block the pass, we on top/

Red dots cause i’m red hot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

See i'm comin for your top

Now your model, normally docile wife is gone, ticked by an illogical quarrel

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I know you do your thing, but be a role model,