This is a song about "Terrorist wins"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

21 wins and 1 legend

Keeping your mind in disasters,i rack wins so much i'm a spell caster.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Terrorist within themselves rampant and infectious,

Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Call me a terrorist all you want

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

A bong,and my rhymes will blow you away-terrorist to a bomb.if you snitch

Salute me, game: invented it, and you can't get no membership, little bitch

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

It don't matter who wins the votes, you're a kid with friends i'm sure city wide.