This is a song about "Winning a title match"

I'd write a book but it would have no title,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire

And prove why your a pretender i'm the title defender

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Striking a match couldn't match the heat he raps in

First off congratulations on the win

I'll knock him back, i got punchlines like a boxing match,

How come you pick me last, i made my raps straight from scratch

I just want a new beginning, one where i succeed in winning.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

That match used to be a lash,

So chase the air hide your stash

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

This is a handicap match and