This is a song about "Winning rap"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

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

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Winning constant battles with a miracle desire/

Ass cap, put em in the river

While im winning splitting swisher,

Asking myself am i gonna be winning

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

I'm still winning like sheen

Show ‘em how much they really mean