This is a song about "Victims"

You redundant, you never ever change

Number of victims run off the page/

We don't ever make love

Because were the next victims

A star gleaming and its me, my victims screaming to be free

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

We all just victims of that thug life

Take her back to where i live

And all the other silenced victims when they're taking shots with,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

And finally, everyone got their own problems

.but its my time we speak up as the victims

This is for the victims, yo, bust it

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet