This is a song about "My coworker"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

You reflect me, i love that about you

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size