This is a song about "Terrorist wins"

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

Terrorist within themselves rampant and infectious,

Slow and steady wins the race,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Calling muslims terrorist for something that you begun

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I got more wins then legs on a fuckin centipede