This is a song about "I try for wins"

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Sometimes i lose my mind & try to find it for the hell of it

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

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

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

Slow and steady wins the race,

And pray for better days

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Die only think i could try