This is a song about "Gotta win"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

My win ensured like pad locks.

This boa, what's your motivation

Ten to make and the match to win

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Words of an evil twin, actin like satan finally gotta win,

Get in a fight with freddy and win

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Whipping up win after win easier than it is to sin

Competitive nigga, want challenges and like to win

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Kill the radio, till i gotta win a grammy

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Niggas die over shoes

Cause whether you win or lose