This is a song about "Best of me will shine"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You don't approve of me? it's best if you get used to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You aint seen the best of me

Can't see me, what the shine blind you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Not the change of the seasons but the suns that shine

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time

Pussyole thinks his destiny's to get the best of me,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

You never stood up for me, when they would smudge my shine

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

It's a battlejust for tha big money

I let her think she got the best of me.

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line