This is a song about "Hearting my fealings"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Grab my knife and my gun

This thing that you could imagine

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

My streaks my testament.

Attention is a must