This is a song about "My name is abdulrasheed my friend call me zeddicus i just want to you to write me a song about that"

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

This place makes me want to put a razor to my skin,

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

Guess you could call me by my name b double o t.

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

But i'm just big enough for you to call me a boss

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

Write my name on walls and call it a reprisal.

My objective is to stop to him call that a mission/

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Cause i write like a angry poet, that's what the demons want me to do/