This is a song about "Winning football"

Hoping that he's listening

Now i'm finishing winning

Winning an oscar as i'm preaching my embers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Driven to get the position where i'm constantly winning

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening