This is a song about "Winning the world cup"

That was the beginning, and im winning,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

We left em a world that's cursed

Heard all over the world

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

‘cause when it come to winning, you don't have the el aguante inside of you

Off of the third blunt i burnt up with my purp cup,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

I'm over the fact, that i'm not your cup of tea,

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup

Me and you against the world

But i murder him first