This is a song about "Newer gone win"

Then being abducted and gone.

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Whipping up win after win easier than it is to sin

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Ma's gone, pop's gone, wiggy dipped...

I practiced till that shit made perfect

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Some fun before i'm gone/

We at the top where we belong

Go where you ain't been

Why can't i never win

This old routine can never win

They say your name for attention

But no, that ship has gone

Wonder where i went wrong