This is a song about "Victim"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Cause you're the victim of the artist x2

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

And be another victim in this cold world

The wall being the victim

They'll have to rename this one

Victim of mine, in come the rhymes

We hustle to survive

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques