This is a song about "Most"

Most of us some holy bowlers,

Singing my life with his words

I'll manhandle you faggots faster then most

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And fame before most of it

How bout we blow this bit

From where they praise

The most beautiful place

Sweater falls i loved them most

And i drop top off in a hot cold

But most dads are the same, while most moms are unique. (x2)

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Most rappers ask to scatter

Not even my favorite rapper

Ignorance what most will see

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby