This is a song about "Best rapper of the century"

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Yo my name is deezy, i'm the best rapper from rap pad.

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

I'm to of a hickory to make my victory a memory, or unknown like the past century,

Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

Shit, i'm already the best rapper in my home town

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

Missy eliot she beat the twentieth century

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I ain't the best rapper, i ain't one actually

With women with issues

It was the best of the best rules//

He the best rapper alive

O.d. was in the weight room all his life