This is a song about "My bly"

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My streaks my testament.

See me with a husband

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost