This is a song about "Define"

Level three to nine try and define,

Westside, bitch i run mine

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

You can try to bomb me analyze but can't define me

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

To go ham just like swine i refine and define the rap prime

To me they define ignorance at its finest/

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

To the white lies or white lines that constantly define

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Bitch, i define a surprise,

Rollin' down the four o five