This is a song about "My mista"

My streaks my testament.

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

My cash effected, my brain insane,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

My shirt, purple label my shirt