This is a song about "You the best"

You bitch, those were the best

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Cause you slum dawg and i'm the millionaire

The best part is, you think i care.

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

But if its war you want, then i wish you the best

Think you can diss the best you are loosing this contest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Your not the best in actuality, you best detest the rest of reality

You the best dressed with ya breasts showin'

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Being the best is something you can’t be

She going to borrow some money