This is a song about "Overcoming the odds"

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I even the odds, believing its odd is even as odd

Once as a slave who imagined being free

What's the odds that a atheist will pray for me,

The more battles the better the flows

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

All the odds go against you, you come to an end

Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag