This is a song about "Crying victim"

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Before i turn you into a victim of my murder mystery.

Let's pretend he never was the victim of racial hate,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

You’ve lost me, so don’t come crying

Hold my tears i tried my best

(victim screaming in the end)

Just these words crying over shoulders,

Where my, soldiers, my true thug rollers

There's children dying and i am crying

You know that love is a very serious thing

And be another victim in this cold world

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first