This is a song about "Victims of violence"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My blade hungers for an end to its lonliness of violence

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

Fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Its the circle of tyrants and the circle of violence,

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

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