This is a song about "Way to the top"

All the way from beijing. i'll sing cause i feel like a king, crown on top,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

On my way to the top with theory,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Working my way to the top

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

But he will never stop, moving his way across the job up to the top

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Leading his way to the top for most wanted and he studies and learns files

Of wannabe rappers, go all the way around, and up to the top, climb my way into hip hop,

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Started off with a vic made it to the top

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job