This is a song about "Victory"

Shit you're wrecked it's a perfect victory

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Usin magic trickery that increases my victory,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

You wont exceed nor do a good deed, im clamin my victory,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Another victory i've accomplished, more money in my pocket

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Ogkillah killed, thanks for adding to my victory stack,