This is a song about "Best things"

That going through some things

I only got four minutes

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Soon enough i want those gold things

I'll try my best to convey coherently if things are going okay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Couldn't understand why things

By the water, au revoir to my audience

You mother fucka claim you murder things

The things im most scared of

Thought this was forever love

I would do awful awful things

Soon as the stooly sings

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Your destiny is a recipe for better things