This is a song about "Devotion to winning but still trying to live and make it"

But i think i'm still trying to figure this crap out

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And i’m still trying to defy these guys, all these politicians,

All trying to make it in the number one spot

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Still prime time. to make it i'll say it twice i won't mistake it and underestimate

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And americanized/ tried to make me hate my father and live

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Artists are trying to make a profit and wack statements,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

I'm still trying to go strong but my heart was torn,

Used to winning but losing is #hell

Shows to do, got record to sell