This is a song about "Being the best father"

The best of the best, emma rae.

I can't keep running away

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Im on fire lyrical supplier, being the best is my only desire

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Pimp of the year i could smack your father

With such an ugly picture in it and

Be the best, or you can keep being passed

Life has put her to the test

Man saturday mornings was the best

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

Every verse is a bastard like who is the father

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

My knees on the ground, dear father

Look, another day another dollar