This is a song about "My enterview"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Grab my knife and my gun

I'm caged up in state prison

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

My words are my rhythm

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

But make sure if they do see

These my rhymes and my story

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My shit thigh like my bootstraps