This is a song about "Winning battles"

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Driven to get the position where i'm constantly winning

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

All this mother fucking shit i'm saying but i'm already winning

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

While im winning splitting swisher,

The only time i flirt with her

That was the beginning, and im winning,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire