This is a song about "It s my right"

It gets to be so right

My direction good, well-rounded type

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

When you said it was over you shot right through my heart

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Because my brain doesn't function right.

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/

Or should i pull my dick out right now and get it over with

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

S on my chest like a superman vest

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Without you it ain't right

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied