This is a song about "Winning team in sales"

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Now i'm finishing winning

This ain't easy, im thinking

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

Gotta believe in my self you cant need a team

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

In order to be a jock wear cool socks and be on the football team and get lean

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Me and my whole damn team,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Bigots winning in our evil ridden justice system.

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

See no three rappers that in this team with me