This is a song about "Victory"

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

After i had my victory,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Grandson asked "which one sees victory"

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

That's the framework of rap- all the desire prior? drained for this victory.

You ain't shit to me but a victory, so you'd better leave

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

Let me make it and i'll never steal again, or deal againmy only friend is my misery

Whether im in rap war or a skirmish, ill be the one who reemerges screaming victory