This is a song about "How i am the best"

Now i hope you the best

Beach on the weekend

I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now

I learned from the best cuz im the one that taught me how, taught me how

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Here i am sitting, wondering how you are, how your doing

Ironic how i still have the best rhymes

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

The best part about me is i am not you, i'm me, i'm the fire marshall and this is my/

Am trying my best but always da same. i feel like am locked up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop