This is a song about "Boys are best"

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise

And you can tell everyone

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

But even the best are retiring not even a test

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

My raps are the best from miami to seattle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

At best you are average, my scripts are straight damaging,