This is a song about "Mediocre players winning awards"

I see the devil grinning, as if he's winning

And getting money is the song i sing

I'm entertainin' 'til the players change to complainers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

So don't overload with hope, you're mediocre

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Tell your girls, to come join our table

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Promise me that you will win darwin awards

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,