This is a song about "Championship"

Big and full of frights, in carts going round and round

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Going for the belt like the number one contender

Ace the underdog, thrown them on the back bender

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Not a high league but look at her thighs though

Get you high, keep it on the low

And all women who had light features, see

Like basketball i toss the alley

Shit's scary like your name is r.l. stein, taking for granted your standings online

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

Basic contender, i'm basically better..

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm a new contender, destined winner