This is a song about "My girfriend"

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

My own unknown is my enemy,

This is my original, my validation

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation