This is a song about "About being the best"

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Forget about being the coolest, cause who is, to decide what cool is?

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

The best days'll be when i got nothing left to rhyme about/

Comin' back into you once i figured it out

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Theoretical whines about being hamlet in trouble,

The faker they shakin' my hand

Be the best, or you can keep being passed

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

His story goes about summers, where he now suffers not being in the competition

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

So it's about time i went back to being the protagonist: