This is a song about "Victim"

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Got a flock full of dimes

Victim of mine, in come the rhymes

(victim screaming in the end)

Half your body laying on my chest

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Another victim dissin the towel head/

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Denial i'm a victim cause i'm lying to these bitches