This is a song about "I m best the shit of out of you"

This shit ain't all i got, but imma make the best of it

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Weren't sure of the best? now you certain.

It's no longer a new jack city

You aint seen the best of me

I really am the best, you may not think that because of the rest, this ain't no test

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

And tell me why would we just think about

We never tattle, let god handle that

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/

She said i'm ready to fuck

I wish you best of luck