This is a song about "Granddad the best"

Carol city or was it the west

And everyone i know, knows i'm the best,

Life has put her to the test

I'm tryin to be the best

Man saturday mornings was the best

The day before is better than the present

Man saturday mornings was the best

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Now i'll confess i'm not the best

The best lines i write, the best music i bring to light

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

To the best of the best, soon i'm right there

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair