This is a song about "I m the best at rhyming"

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

I do it cause i'm the best at it, let's stop pretending.

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Wedding presents got my best man at the best buy

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

The way he used the rhyming and flow technique i had to plagiarize

The shining is blinding so i keep on grinding with my rhyming,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

You lose at your best when i don't even try.