This is a song about "Best fr"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Never settled for less than the best.

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Go round for round with the best of the best

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

I’m tryna be low key

I go for my personal best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Carol city or was it the west

I can be the fucking best

Well simply to be the best

Never ever pay rent

This fact you don't get the best will remain the best.

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

You can start calling me the best