This is a song about "Drug dealers getting shot at by cops"

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

If you had, one shot

Getting shot yeah sweating plot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

No, nobody's getting shot

Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Invent things like spaceships, diamond baguette bracelets and earn a few pay checks.

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Riding shot gun when the cops open the door

I mean he got chased by cops, while they all shot tasers at him

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

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

We getting money, you can face the facts