This is a song about "Defeat"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I've done all i can to defeat

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

On your own words and feet, saying that you could defeat

So drop to your knees and come and cop to defeat

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I got to a dissing habit dont matter who i defeat

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

But then they end in defeat

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Because only death can stop this cruel feeling of defeat.

Complete stranger defeat chaser enter my chamber

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You can never defeat me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free