This is a song about "Digging ya best mate"

With ya girl givein me the best lap dance on my right knee

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

You could not afford a hoe mate, how would you support a soul mate

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

So try not to think too hard about it, just do ya best.

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

Best get ya ass to a hospital before you end up in the morgue

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Until the night he saw her gettin' with his best mate

Im washin off another plate

And know they'll go home and mate