This is a song about "Dim"

This is a political statement, things won't stay dim for even the bravest,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Stop trying to play dim, no truce or alliance

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

With the neighbours, the dim glow is glaring against my vase

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You're a shit stain of a dim dame with my disdain and a half grin

A dim attraction/ learned to sing with passion/

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

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Till the lights will smash and go dim,

I'm the light when its dim, an the sun in the morning

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king