This is a song about "Best feiwn"

Half your body laying on my chest

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

Can't handle us at our best

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

And you still thought you were best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

You bitch, those were the best

Is what i quest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

That i can only love you when you undressed

I did everything to be the best

I'm tryin to be the best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

You can start calling me the best