This is a song about "Best of the bay area"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

Being broke and it's a diddy ass world

To see who's the best of the worst,

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Yet it's funny coz i just can't keep the truth at bay

Myself as the best or at least one of the best,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Weird shit in my head like the 51 area

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

Where the influences lay at bay,

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way