This is a song about "Defeat"

I got to a dissing habit dont matter who i defeat

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Slowly look at my opponent worthy of defeat

Physically straight but they cake they behavior

Complete stranger defeat chaser enter my chamber

Your defeat is official

I'm fried from this ripple

About some tyga beef shit

Chasin for a defeat to basic

Take a seat, i'll treat you to these beats, accept defeat.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Defeat, your king cant even speak

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

They got me trapped

Tryna defeat the past