This is a song about "Somebody who thinks he is the best in everything"

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Pussyole thinks his destiny's to get the best of me,

Yeah he is my everything

Bun b, i’m underground king

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Somebody call the butcher, i'm going ham in the booth/

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

To the best g who is still single... so kill!!!

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Guess who this rapper is by the fire he brings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things