This is a song about "Work with the best"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Im the best with tactics

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Go round for round with the best of the best

Cause im done with everbody i wanna be the best,

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

That's why this shits simple and ain't my best work

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'

You're uncool like my mother kin

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Until the night he saw her gettin' with his best mate

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Dramatizing the normal work, merchandizing things with no worth.

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,