This is a song about "Being the worst"

The worst kind of pain is when you smile

Run for cover and return fire

Its a horrible one, but it doesn't seem to be the worst.

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

It's no blessing, it's the worst form of suppression

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

I don't know which was worst, the feel of being observed?

But it's the worst tune for my picture, a verse soon

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

Don’t you be holding back, your love

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

May not change the world

So we go for the worst