This is a song about "My nigg"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My talent should take me places i've never been

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My words are my rhythm

And modify your opinion

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

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

Wanna know what i been through, what you into