This is a song about "Fence"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Couldn't put myself in bed d 2 quick to hop a fence

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket

Rap is a prejudicial fence i'm splitting

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Snitches here don't got no heart

// [you can fence in your yard]

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

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

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

Dead trees or living trees, barbed wire or rusted fence

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense