This is a song about "How im the best at rapping"

Im the best with tactics

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

And if you try to see who's rapping the best,

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

In sesame street am just a puppet here at the best

Yourself of how im the man

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

The one who i would cherish, and im puttin on my best.

Bitches it's randy, bringing a stampede over the tracks that im rapping!

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And compare the way you talked then to how you're rapping

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Come homie how you gon' deny the fact im one of the best

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed