This is a song about "My weiner"

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You can see with your fans

White with a badge or anyone

Grab my knife and my gun

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration