This is a song about "My bae deserie"

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Or something that you paid for

Third ward general, young cash money

My own unknown is my enemy,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

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