This is a song about "Victoria my bestfriend"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my rhythm

Something wicked this way come

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She forget about her husband

Must be something you want me to see

My own unknown is my enemy,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/