This is a song about "Getting rid of the demons inside me"

Fuck that now trying get the money

Growing inside of me

And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

One of the ghosts lunged with speed and went inside of me

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Getting rid or witnesses paying attention

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

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Something of which she never be rid.

Right inside of the imprinted wrap

It's all good, finna dog that