This is a song about "Winning an oscar"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire/

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Asking myself am i gonna be winning

Bun b, i’m underground king

Check the stats, my team winning

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Driven to get the position where i'm constantly winning

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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