This is a song about "The best is yet"

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

I am the king,youll now what the fuck best is

Who think that swearing is the best weapon.

In earth, as it is in heaven

If this is the best he writes

Just to make it in this broadway lights

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

And the crowd is yet to meet the best, cause that's not me, at least not yet

'cause chronic's the best there is, natural selection,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

To survive for the best, yet die in its darkness.

First is when the best go, watch is what the rest do

So anything do is everything to you

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,