This is a song about "Boys are best"

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

You should know i'm miles ahead, i guess some things are best left unsaid/

Frozen, i'm going insane / cloaked like a ghost but i've broken my chains

Cause even the best here are playing possum,and it also lighting and rains

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Although his lyrics are shit his shaking his head saying ya i am the best

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Boys tell me they love me

To make karma come faster than she normally will

My raps are the best from miami to seattle