This is a song about "Holaust victim"

Just an introduction, must have fallen under their spell, victim of abduction

It's not that i don't need ya but see yaand i hope you understand why i'm bustin

My first victim, i preyed on her for weeks.

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

The victim that i capture often aren't like a tea kettle

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Strap my victim down on a table, bashed him like the man was abel

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Can’t you see just how long my run

Ima be the next victim, so listen

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Till i fire up on the victim