This is a song about "My truc"

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

Inferior, but i'm nice

See my pain through my eyes,

These my rhymes and my story

What them tippers don't see

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

They say nothings ever free

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him