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

But how do you get the shit beat out of you

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

We'd dine out, those were the best of the times yo

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit

I wish you best of luck

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

It ain't where i been

Shit its out of the question

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Dreaming of being the best at this rap shit