This is a song about "The best motherfucker"

But still baddest motherfucker in the game

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

I can be the fucking best

Carol city or was it the west

I'll fight all the motherfucker for you , protect you , care you

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

I had beef with that motherfucker back in the day,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Bt i'm the loco motherfucker who had gotton you slain

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

The best of the best, emma rae.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Man saturday mornings was the best

Well simply to be the best

Might as well get it off yo’ chest