This is a song about "Winning money"

I see the devil grinning, as if he's winning

Ricky is sitting, baba was sitting

While im winning splitting swisher,

I said i'm hurting her

Driven to get the position where i'm constantly winning

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Fuck everyone else cause its you that'll be winning,

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

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing