This is a song about "Victorian times"

I'll say the fword over a hundred times

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Cause u went spastic so many times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Maybe jab you in the eye several times.

Picture me lettin this chump survive

But to think the first 3 times

When i get my hands on nines

But shit it's all mine, at all times

Hard to kill, how many more times?

This is how she want to live

Remember when we went to happy times

I used to have a nine to five