This is a song about "You can t top me"

If you think for one second you can hit the top and win

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

That you can blame me for

I got soul, there's more in store

Like a fiend off the best rock

Ok, bitch you outta your top.

You don;t thin anymore

Ima go until my arm's sore

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Coz no matter what you think, i guarantee i can top,

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Can you see what i see? can you be like me?

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.