This is a song about "Beating a team"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

Steered me like a slight stream, first move like the white team

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Beating them is like opening a new chapter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Without a team, no excellence

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

They need a team to make it through