This is a song about "Top of that"

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

But little did i know that i would rise to the top,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Picking words from the top of my cranium

And now that i'm at the top

So i took another shot

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Smell of the juana yeah that dro is top shelf/

Gotta go, let her leave

Top of my pile of bodies

On top of the world but underground

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Long as she come to me first

Feelin top of the world