This is a song about "The vic"

Your the boat without the paddle

She caught up in my love triangle

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The more battles the better the flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

The trigger or the chair

Might as well prepare

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Started off with a vic made it to the top

We dig the plot and never bury pot