This is a song about "Be the one"

You were the one that wants to be my ex,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Top ranked, number one my son

Really could be the best one.

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

You're never gonna be the one for me

I choose you to be the one, who's music i'll listen to

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Might be the last one you have

Blow some fucking hash and laugh

Im told to do whats right, and always be the friendly one,

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

You wanna brawl, go ahead son but you'll be the dead one

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden