This is a song about "Andrew wharton"

I'm the best in the west from california to maine

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

Im like nah im on that delonte west

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

It was my sick rhymes that made grant so ill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I ain't from the west but i still pack a teflon vest

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Grant my acquittal, a committal panorama