This is a song about "My holmes"

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

This is my original, my validation

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

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Red bottoms with the spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

She's flawless like some uncut ice

See my pain through my eyes,