This is a song about "Victims"

Because were the next victims

But i guess that shit's just tough love

And all the other silenced victims when they're taking shots with,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

The sickening victims filled with blistering venom

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I know you're mad, but so what

The victims real shaken up

We all just victims of that thug life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Clasp tight as i make cardiovascular incisions to damage my victims

Number of victims run off the page/

Magic city a lil bit of change