This is a song about "For my nniggas"

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

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

So i thanks for my mom

When you took my hand up so calm

Crowned for my girth now my haters livid

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Man that money's for my education

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz