This is a song about "Lemons are the best"

Facts, are that i'm the best. stressed up like i'm possessed. the rest can go

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

But even the best are retiring not even a test

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

What the fuck are you doing, she's my sister, you best be nice to her

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

The best of the best, emma rae.

For a perfect mother’s day

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

It was the best of the best rules//