This is a song about "Best things"

They say he the key to my blessings

And brutally doing things

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Spitting things inefficiently?

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Realising that world leans on things

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Fights break out because of the little things

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

To the highest degree sorry boy but the best things in life aint free

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

I think it's more racist than ratings

All these things until they unfold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old