This is a song about "Top of dick"

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

On top of that, i’m broke

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My dick size, half of a meter

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

On top of the game and had the whole shit flattened

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

For me to stop, pop! just blew of your top

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

I told him get his 9 and run

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Picking words from the top of my cranium

She wanted to fight at first

I stand on top of the world