This is a song about "My jpurney"

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Or something that you paid for

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

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

This is my original, my validation

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My tires align with the play, but the times out