This is a song about "Best mistakr"

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

Summertime in the city

Half your body laying on my chest

I can be the fucking best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

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

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Can't handle us at our best

And you still thought you were best

Never ever pay rent

Man saturday mornings was the best

The day before is better than the present

Beach on the weekend

I'm tryin to be the best

Man saturday mornings was the best

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest