This is a song about "The illest"

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Writing the illest rhymes to get the name big t out/

The illest i wrote man

So part of the plan

You aint illest,ya rhythm is weak

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Black fours red drop head doors

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Perfect mix of songs over the illest beats, both old school classic tracks

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

I'm the illest must i remind, you wouldn't be shit if you came out a behind