This is a song about "You da best"

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And you still thought you were best

She gotta hold her head up high

Amma tell you da truth, dis ain't no lie.

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Can you really be the best?

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

You messin wit da truth,

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So you know i be fly, am in da league of kings.