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

Riding around with ms. reece and them

The green backs in my pockets be talkin

I'll keep you up in my prayers, up there above in the sky,

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

Been tryin my best to give you your space

I get that work from my face

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

My name is in your title, dang, you tryin to promote me dude?

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

And i gotta keep it comfy up in my home town

Baby heading down a cloud

You talkin bout you breakin out

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