This is a song about "Dima wins"

Just know that i'm always

Slow and steady wins the race,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

So i quitted 'n' lifted the digits to see who complicity wins it

21 wins and 1 legend

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I'm done man i don't really give a fuck who wins me you or the next guy i

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Keeping your mind in disasters,i rack wins so much i'm a spell caster.

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

New predicaments trickle in with older wins eclipsed in the fade

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Sorry mama, i can't turn the other cheek

I got more wins then legs on a fuckin centipede