This is a song about "We are winners"

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

That we are not a lone

I still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Are we living or dead bro

We are bred by consumerism

He been waiting for his connection to come

Big homie hov said i am close

No, no, we are not those

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are

We be in the party like we own that bar

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

You make zimmerman and sterling look like noble peace prize winners yo

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow