This is a song about "Winning on fifa"

That was the beginning, and im winning,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

I'll willingly body them lyrically and carry on my winning spree

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Paying bills, shopping, and obsessing over winning

After class: "yo. fifa. see me." but we know it's just for show

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

The weak compete, meet defeat, i'm master chief winning on a killing spree

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty