This is a song about "Winning a presidential race"

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

I'm a race car you're a van with flat tires

Winning isn't anything if you don't have a full locked spirit.

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

Quit bro get out my battle winning me is a fable

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

A much safer place, with love for every race

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

You think of winning bitch that's just a hologram

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Convertibles with turbo jets

Thats presidential rolex.

My music is confetti when you win a race

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze