This is a song about "This isn t my best"

Finally dropped my best song, now everybody feel this

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Imma best sell this shit at some thugs, and check out my tongue//

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

I think this might be some of my best work

That i can only love you when you undressed

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Get out behind that shadow, you best concede my info, now go on do this.. pronto