This is a song about "My rapping the best"

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

If i don't get props for my rapping, #colons will launch the #fire #at you/

So, just tell me something about yourself

My tuxedo is the best, i suit myself

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

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

My balls get lubed in oil

My rapping made you soil

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Wedding presents got my best man at the best buy

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

My state is right, new york, the best with the rhyme

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!