This is a song about "I won t back dow"

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Car seats got screens in them

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Yeah, i won the rhyme lottery, it's just another week

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

And tell him what i did, and which battle i had won

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

When something is broken

I've already won

Cold world no blanket son

Shit that i already won