This is a song about "Loosing my best"

I ain't happy with the score

To my best friend (i fell for)

And now i'm cool but i'm loosing my temper

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

If you ain't about money

You were my best buddy

I go for my personal best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My failures show his work at best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

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

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Half your body laying on my chest

I get dressed in my sunday best

Wedding presents got my best man at the best buy

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly