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

You already know you're dead

Im the best thing since sliced bread,

It's the don rapping at the dawn

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Screaming my voice hoarse,race at the derby yah im the best horse,

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Spitting verses like im spitting curses

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

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Im john lennon rapping, im the british white biggie

Im the best your the worst

You to the world

Yourself of how im the man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang