This is a song about "Winning a rap batt"

Here come a technical rap

One night love: i'mma need that

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire/

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

While im winning splitting swisher,

Cause it's like you're my mirror

This illiterate idiot thinks he got a chance of winning this

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im not a rap dude or a dude who rap

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

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you