This is a song about "Lucky winning"

This is the concrete

Lucky its such a good treat

While im winning splitting swisher,

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

Than the muse of a family

Be lucky and muddy,

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I just want a new beginning, one where i succeed in winning.

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Your lucky not a casket

Asking myself am i gonna be winning

You know that love is a very serious thing

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing