This is a song about "Winning war"

Another day as i step out the door

Come and get us you prepare for war,

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

My niggas is winning though

Get you high, keep it on the low

Because i feel strange beating a crap rapper and winning

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

That was the beginning, and im winning,

I just want a new beginning, one where i succeed in winning.

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking