This is a song about "Best man"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

In a collision, i see their ambition

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Youre supposed to be my best friend man

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

You best pay up i don't rap for free, i'm sick man probably got a bad disease

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

Because you wanna be the best man in the mirror,

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

And be back the man i was, your best friend

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Man you gotta do something man

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Man saturday mornings was the best