This is a song about "Fri"

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Its like day n nite, malice in my habits

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Sniffin cocaine like sarah palin

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

But sarah palin, guarantee i'll jack off to you later

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

But luckily tim changed my year

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

Debating is futile, don't believe me, ask sarah palin,

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