This is a song about "His"

Ultimately his decision,

I told him get his 9 and run

He won't run away with his tail between his legs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Automatic kill for pennies

Wears his jeans below his knees

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow