This is a song about "Winning a rap"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Winning that battle is considered a sin

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,