This is a song about "Best"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Go round for round with the best of the best

Myself as the best or at least one of the best,

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Carol city or was it the west

And you still thought you were best

Can you really be the best?

Half your body laying on my chest

God, i'm just doing my best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You'd best leave, it's best, see?

The best of the best, emma rae.

Got problems, what? i can't say