This is a song about "Victorian times"

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

You won six times and twenty two times you've lost

All the time with this glock of mines

The world seems strange at times

Before we see it's hard to live

Relive all the good times

The world seems strange at times

I wish i could have 25 wives

You better get with the times

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Reminding me of the bad times

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

Keep my mind occupied at all times,