This is a song about "Favorite"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words

Uh, this what's been on my mind

My least favorite kind

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

On the radio, that's my favorite song

Take ya to ya favorite restaurant

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

I work perfect combinations, a high chance i'm your favorite,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Being superior is my favorite hobby

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

My ill lyrics are my favorite own features

Better yet they work my every nerve

F u are my favorite letters