This is a song about "A true live"

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

I live a liberated lifestyle,

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Want a crib / three times the size where i live

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

A fucking nightmare, and you're gonna live it

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

To help you find the true you, and live the life that you were given,

And this from a person that never believed in religion