This is a song about "Victims"

Top ranked, number one my son

Prolific, picking victims one by one

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I take my victims in lines like when i'm snortin' cocaine

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Like rodney king, latasha, and the victims of brutality,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

The sickening victims filled with blistering venom

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Schooling systems are luring victims there's no curing symptoms

The victims real shaken up

Bitches is artificially duck