This is a song about "Mom yoyur the best"

You bitch, those were the best

Never ever pay rent

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Go round for round with the best of the best

She got that good good

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I can be the fucking best

That happen to act like a black president

Man saturday mornings was the best

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

The best of the best, emma rae.

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

I'm the only child that my mom regrets, probably best

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong