This is a song about "Being a champion"

The latter being a constant misconception,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Im being a bit over dramatic?

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

And getting money is the song i sing

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Hold up yea we the best

A childhood being suppressed,

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

A crony capitalist corporate lobbyist champion of the 1 percent,

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from