This is a song about "Drugs guns compton killers money kings"

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

He appreciates your support

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

I know they pay me too much of attention

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

I'm out here tryna live life like kings

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence