This is a song about "Being the youngest and best"

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

And new york to this very day has got the best,

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

And just stick to the test n belive in the best.

Im still the youngest cat spitting off some tickets

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Being the best is something you can’t be

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

And that that u wernt the best

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

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

Now move back over here to the right

And since the best died and rest sighed