This is a song about "Im the illest"

I am the illest the mother fucker when i'm on the track,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'm the illest must i remind, you wouldn't be shit if you came out a behind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw