This is a song about "Of"

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

On the slow jam of love

Of potential cases

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Moment of clarity,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Top of my pile of bodies

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus