This is a song about "Victory is ours"

Your intentions for victory, is questionable

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

Shout out to ree, automatic victory.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Give me the crown, this victory is mine, masterpiece in my mind,

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

Yelling liberty i'ma be claiming victory

Shit you're wrecked it's a perfect victory

I just want somebody i can see

Cos the future generation is in the hands of ours

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I was sold and golden with victory,

I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters