This is a song about "The best of me"

It happens to the best of us

I'm breathing for a purpose

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

From the rest, cos your the best of the best

That's the best part of that fix.

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

& i'm raw so no chance of me becoming any other than the best

Youll never know the best of me, maybe if you listen to my spoken word

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Now u get te best of me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Will i conquer, or will it get the best of me?

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

If you ain't about money

Baby girl got the best of me,