This is a song about "Australian winners"

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

They ask me, what separates the losers from the winners?

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

Last aint for me thats wy they got winners for,

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

Another love song about shit

Born a winner and winners don't quit