This is a song about "My lyf"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

My words are my rhythm

I need to free them

My own unknown is my enemy,

Cause some of you bitches funny

While everybody got ammunition on deck

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

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