This is a song about "Dignity of persons"

Out of this coviction of feelings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Nigga, i'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half

Tryn' hold onto the dignity you still may have,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

But can pluck a persons brain with precise precision

Out of mind out of sight

A low life's plight

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Now this is what i call an evening

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth