This is a song about "My nickname"

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out