This is a song about "Best things"

Maybe ill grow up and do great things

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Best ingest molecules

Spitting things inefficiently?

Lord knows you've been busy

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

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You'd best leave, it's best, see?

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

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

You mother fucka claim you murder things

Silicone bitches got the confidence