This is a song about "My mun"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

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

Finding-nemo-ass niggas get your life together

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

Okay i’m lying, but i’m trying

My summertime sunshine

Grab my knife and my gun

When something is broken

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Popping off bout mun but came last in the election