This is a song about "Isaiah being a fake friwnd"

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

And my only fear's a wedding ring

The latter being a constant misconception,

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

I believed in a higher being.

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

A fake personality i dressed

Now move a little bit to the left

A fake nation, only out for itself

So, just tell me something about yourself

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Hell! i still look a fake to me

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Took the form of a human being