This is a song about "Hitting a game winner"

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick

It wont be you hitting me with a bar stool,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

Winner winner chicken dinner

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

That's what rains for

A lottery winner,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Born a winner and winners don't quit

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news