This is a song about "Victims"

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Clasp tight as i make cardiovascular incisions to damage my victims

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

Number of victims run off the page/

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

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

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

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

Schooling systems are luring victims there's no curing symptoms

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love