This is a song about "Just saying you keep fuckin up my weekin talkin bout uu down tryin to kick it in my streeys"

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

If you talkin' dolla billaz then money is in my grammar

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Trying to rise to my streak i'll kick you off the ladder,in this rap battle you'll be

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

Keep talkin shit i'll punch you in the forehead so hard your brain turns to mush

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

From the shaft on my my waist in case you was bout to ask him

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Just like i did with addiction i'm 'bout to kick it