This is a song about "Try your best"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Tell your homeboy to try me.

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

Miami nights, ain't another one

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Nowadays lots of rapper do they best to try to copy me

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

But now i try to do my best,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Your best bet might just be to retreat

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

But don't go and cry hit me with your best try.

So try not to think too hard about it, just do ya best.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

And if you try to see who's rapping the best,

That happen to act like a black president