This is a song about "My proncess"

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

See my pain through my eyes,

And when i start to rise

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

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

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/