This is a song about "Jon douglas geathers"

With the neighbours, the dim glow is glaring against my vase

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Stop trying to play dim, no truce or alliance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

My president is black

I can't turn back

So to wrap things, you douglas never did give me a break

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

I'mma pitch out their like tents, spittin's second nature,

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

This is a political statement, things won't stay dim for even the bravest,

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

A dim attraction/ learned to sing with passion/

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