This is a song about "Being champ"

I believed in a higher being.

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

No one-half and i hate math

I was being an ass

Took the form of a human being

I just got one request, stop breathing

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Im a champ i go pound for pound, cause i settled in the south,

With some matching pink panties, lipstick from my granny

I'm knockin that shit out of the park, i'm the champ, go "whammy"

Tell them niggas they sleeping

For going on being

U never being home,

Mami told me son, hold your own