This is a song about "Winning the world cup"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Sip, leavin no drop in the cup i wonder when

If you're beggin for mercy ya barkin up the wrong tree, rap obviously ain't yo cup of tea

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

She wanted to fight at first

Me and you against the world

Winning me is the best thing u made but who heard

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

That was the beginning, and im winning,

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

Your odds of winning same as the release of detox

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck