This is a song about "My famu"

She forget about her husband

My streaks my testament.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

These my rhymes and my story

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

My own unknown is my enemy,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry