This is a song about "The best rap e"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Saying the moo$e got darker, well its an honor

An allegory without the e

It's obvious i'm crazy

And it begins to phase him more each day

The best of the best, emma rae.

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Man saturday mornings was the best

Half your body laying on my chest

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

That happen to act like a black president

Well versed in rap. my worst is your best.