This is a song about "Ki led out of graduation"

They say to be careful of the path you tread, and this path you led

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Bad gambling led to sad happenings to be

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Making dollar bills out of music

Out of this coviction of feelings

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Talking of the gods you serve

Mind out of my body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And it weighs a ton

From hell your out of prison

Acquisitions that led to this transition

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