This is a song about "Best f"

Walking on the ground

When she f***in' turns around

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

But in the meantime it's lights please

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Took my heart away from money

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f