This is a song about "Winning on fifa"

And then along came the wrong man for her

While im winning splitting swisher,

Now i'm finishing winning

Why not me the same thing

Driven to get the position where i'm constantly winning

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Bottom of the 9th and i'll still be winning

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Of me winning with these mad bitches snitching.