This is a song about "Best of it"

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

Half your body laying on my chest

Will i conquer, or will it get the best of me?

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Laziness got the best of them

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

It happens to the best of us

So now this work's been worthless

I guess i just gotta make the best of it,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Go round for round with the best of the best

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

To the best of the best, soon i'm right there

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

This shit ain't all i got, but imma make the best of it