This is a song about "Winning a rap"

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Just a kid tranna rap

While im winning splitting swisher,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Check the stats, my team winning

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this