This is a song about "Best freestyle"

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

You say bullsit about me and my lifestyle with your stupid freestyle.

Afterwards she asks for a custom freestyle flowing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

When it comes to spitting that fire

Because i could beat them in a freestyle

The main freestyle king back in the building

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

So i freestyle, haters in denial

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,