This is a song about "A winner"

I win battles like a lucky winner in a contest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Pull out the middle finger,and scream fuck it!!, until i'm winner/

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Pour out a little liquor

You think you're the winner

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

"son, the winner is the one you feed."

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

I'm a new contender, destined winner

You know...you know who you are

I'm no loser i'm a winner

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake