This is a song about "Im the bes"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Presidential spizikes, im sweepin the election

Meek milly racked up racked out

Im coming str8 from the underground

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Im the best your the worst

She wanted to fight at first

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Im the one waring the mussel,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Im abnormal, way above the commons

She do it with no hands

Yes im talking bout the plants

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Maybe im the devil in disguise