This is a song about "Your the worst"

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Im the best your the worst

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

My moms turn-for-the-worst are turntables/

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

You just working with the scraps you was given

Hurt in the worst possible diction

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

It hurts, the worst hurt like gettin burnt beneath your shirt crease,

Then lost my faith again

And the worst thing about them,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first