This is a song about "Hi bo"

Or when flying down a panel in some hi-top jays

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Hey,i'm gonna say tis really honest cuz everythin's not comin' with bo-nus

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Nobody is high-fiving or even saying hi to him

Hi! my name is... (huh?) my name is... (what?)

She was the queen of the club

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

It's lil bo peep tryna get down on a ill freak

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Munchies, hi hutchies, eat lunchies, make countries,