This is a song about "Winning a race"

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Heated, that i might take first place, i rap so fast you'd think its a race,

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

A much safer place, with love for every race

Now u don't have a face to save, so don't be mad you lost the race

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

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

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

My music is confetti when you win a race