This is a song about "Victims"

This is for the victims, yo, bust it

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

The sickening victims filled with blistering venom

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

We all just victims of that thug life

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

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I'm wishing my victims back to life to replace myself there instead

Why wrongful sorrow is felt for his victims,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

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

Victims name engraved on marble stone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home