This is a song about "My hommies"

If you ever feel alone and

My streaks my testament.

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I ain't trynna be forward

My shirt, purple label my shirt

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

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

My own unknown is my enemy,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

With such an ugly picture in it and

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,