This is a song about "Being the worst"

A toast to the worst father ever,

Uh, for worse or for better

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

But i murder him first

Always hopin' for the worst

Im fucking with the best and mucking up the worst

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Just look at me i'm a mess,i'm the worst

Never can he mimic... maybe can admire

The worst kind of pain is when you smile