This is a song about "Losers"

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Churn the losers or permissive in the grinder, then throw them in the pacific,

They ask me, what separates the losers from the winners?

Ridin' with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers

Readily i machete these steadily falling losers.

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

What a gay say is what losers say when they get off the way

One time for the ville that cole rep

Since the losers you, man up to our bet

Never seen a creator consulting his users all the others are faggots, all the others are losers

Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

And my bank account look just like a phone card

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Only losers obey yolo, ass hole, so go home