This is a song about "Top of my game"

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And the rest of the greats, i’ll make my way to the top,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Stack brick on top of brick, yeah laid my

Revelations say you either fry or fly

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

On top of saturn, i'm sending shots from my rocket blaster

Picking words from the top of my cranium

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Half my family and friends on top of me

Top of my pile of bodies

Hate it when i leave

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Im on top of my game, they look wilted like they woke up and had strokes