This is a song about "My gf"

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

You need to get a gf before even contemplating a wife

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

The concept is so absurd

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument