This is a song about "Am d best lyricist u ve eva seen"

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

We' ve got opportunities to create

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Winning me is the best thing u made but who heard

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

The whole world with the fact that i am still the best

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Carol city or was it the west

And that that u wernt the best