This is a song about "Juan in jail and i m here waiting for him"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

I applaud him, at that time here

I dont really shakespeare

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Well hello nigga....i was waiting for u...

And what fucking jail did i go to?

And no nigga gon love you

M rhymes out here and ill leave these wack bitches burnt like toast

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

So i sit here in my room unsigned, waiting for the stars to align on my dream,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

I walk in and the begin to go "oh no not him"

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

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

And like a flower waiting for summer i finally bloomed,