This is a song about "My freshness"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Until the end if time

My summertime sunshine

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Grab my knife and my gun

I don't trust no one

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This is my original, my validation

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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