This is a song about "Never let them win"

Let them die of a dreadful disease

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Show them how it's done then i let them do the rest

You can let them win or you

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Never talk onto them,

I'll never call you bitch again

Let's pretend he never played the game or wanted to win,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Let them sail to finish line,

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine