This is a song about "Victory"

You irish midget,i'm robbing you from the victory

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Usin magic trickery that increases my victory,

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

I'm taking this for the victory

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

Of victory, and the synergy was down to none/