This is a song about "Vicious"

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Witness this vicious motherfucker, who makes rap his mistress/

Time and time again we're caught in this vicious loop

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Every blow that i throw is a vicious hit,

The youngest of my mother kids

Vicious lyrics lift my spirits

In a slump, a vicious wreck, lock and hold the nation,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

They can’t stop me, this boy is too vicious/

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

This fucker was twelve and was six foot, with a vicious hook

I'm vicious, mad malicious 'cause it's real on this road to riches

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush