This is a song about "Victims"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

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

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Prolific, picking victims one by one

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Clasp tight as i make cardiovascular incisions to damage my victims

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

The victims real shaken up

Love will have you stuck

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

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married