This is a song about "My fiance jonathan"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The concept is so absurd

My own unknown is my enemy,

And all women who had light features, see

We hustle to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Through all the rain and the pain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets