This is a song about "Born winner"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

Indubitably i'm too street

He gave 'em the platform

Every day, a star is born,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

He is a winner a pure ass kicker

Born a winner and winners don't quit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I'm a new contender, destined winner

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Imma come out a winner

But c-can't look up in that mirror