This is a song about "Victims of violence"

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Will still catch you niggas off guard like victims of surprise birthdays

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Enough of the violence, #violently i'm vicious, conspiring i'm #malicious,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

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

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Picture me lettin this chump survive

We all just victims of that thug life