This is a song about "Brooke my gf"

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Sit back and watch your sunrise

See my pain through my eyes,

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Grab my knife and my gun