This is a song about "My bulge"

See my pain through my eyes,

I just shake dice

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

If i get stopped, have a bitch throw the weed out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Sing it to em' shorty

These my rhymes and my story

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/