This is a song about "Victory"

Must be something you want me to see

After i had my victory,

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

No use for trickery to bring me victory/

Your intentions for victory, is questionable

Well that's quite true, bust-a-move, head game lovable

Usin magic trickery that increases my victory,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Reliving the perpetual victory

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse