This is a song about "The best rappa in town"

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Pretending it counts, offending the town

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

And just stick to the test n belive in the best.

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

In sesame street am just a puppet here at the best

Oh no we got to slow the city down

You are not the biggest prick in town

I haven't ate in the last 22 summers and i'm 22 now it's about to go down

I'm leaving in an act of a clown making everybody lough in the town,

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Lp is the town i represent

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

Everyone already knows me, got the best weed in town