This is a song about "Fighting the haters and winning"

And, when them haters try to see me im cocking the semi

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

And these haters feel the same, somethin' sick up in the mouth

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

We was fighting for the system, shut up and listen

Driven to get the position where i'm constantly winning

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Be winning my living back on the right side of killing and kidding.