This is a song about "Victorian times"

5 times i must repeat it, then 5 times must delete it.

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Cops came to our house many times

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Said off so many times, writers block, its hard times

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Keep my mind occupied at all times,

Nigga fuck the black and whites

And some more a couple more times

But shit it's all mine, at all times

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Cause u went spastic so many times