This is a song about "The worst"

Always ask to video chat first, and always suspect the worst,

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

I'm the worst example of a hero

Lost my nigga over nothing though

That that was the worst rap ever

And there's little to be glad for

The worst kind of pain is when you smile

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

And the worst thing about them,

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

But it's the worst tune for my picture, a verse soon

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/