This is a song about "My vrib"

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

My words are my rhythm

And i am one of one

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

And then along came the wrong man for her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense