This is a song about "Shitty victor"

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Less shitty whites bragging how there parents

And i need you to show me love

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

The memories were to shitty to even last,

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

I have to be quicker, i have to be the victor

I wanted a brother my mother i told her