This is a song about "Any tying"

He's mental on any instrumental

You all niggas ain't even on my level

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

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Can't make any counterpoints

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Move along folks, just another rapper tying to get a deal

Celebrating without any tweet.

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Attain it by any means

Tryna kill my dreams