This is a song about "Best"

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Half your body laying on my chest

God, i'm just doing my best

You bitch, those were the best

Life has put her to the test

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Now i'll confess i'm not the best

I did everything to be the best

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I go for my personal best

I can be the fucking best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

This fact you don't get the best will remain the best.

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast