This is a song about "Best frioend"

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Man saturday mornings was the best

I go for my personal best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

You can start calling me the best

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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

God, i'm just doing my best

Carol city or was it the west

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Until you realise that shit was the best,

I did everything to be the best

That i can only love you when you undressed

And you still thought you were best

Half your body laying on my chest