This is a song about "Tops"

I got a closet full of them thrift store tank tops, and you ain't even know it,

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Everything about me tops all of them

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Blood stainin black and white tops

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

We never tattle, let god handle that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots