This is a song about "Becoming the best"

Man saturday mornings was the best

Life has put her to the test

My whole family's hating what i'm becoming

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Now i hope you the best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Can you really be the best?

Half your body laying on my chest

Man saturday mornings was the best

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

I'm tryin to be the best

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

& i'm raw so no chance of me becoming any other than the best

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

To the best of the best, soon i'm right there

Everybody put three fingers in the air