This is a song about "Boonk ga"

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Your the only one that i adore,

I demolish a stage, an stomp my negative fan base cause they got bad taste,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

But i would travel through art

Hope all over again, we can start

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

The love i have for you is jus makin progress,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

No conglomerates, negative comments