This is a song about "The best is yet"

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Being the best is something you can’t be

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

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

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Owning the rest is too cliche, rolling the best is new leeway

The facts is that thought is the best with the rhymes

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

The beast is unleashed and is yet to be deceased

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Success is best/unless the stress