This is a song about "Best like bombs im the song salons that have it"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Im the best with tactics

I aint the best, hell im far from it, but this bitch sucks, he far bum it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Im the best you ever knew, couldn't show it though,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

Im getting a feeling now, motivation to go out and be the best that did it

Now i'm like mommy, dad look at this song we have

Why a black nigga take ass over class

Pause the song if im spitting to fast, but bitch try to stay within the shadow that i cast,

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Journey so drop in / im the best or top ten/heat it up with these words