This is a song about "My victory"

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

Give me the crown, this victory is mine, masterpiece in my mind,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Your intentions for victory, is questionable

Grandson asked "which one sees victory"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Another victory i've accomplished, more money in my pocket

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Usin magic trickery that increases my victory,

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

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