This is a song about "Kyle wilson"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Chasin a 600 benz ambition after the tenth

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

Grown to fight with a hopeful light we should have a furious ambition

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Tatted my moms on my back for ambition

I’m smoother than alopecia skin