This is a song about "Refund"

I give out the medals for those who give up how could i give up if

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery" cause there is no chance,

Were funny enough to get a bogus amount of props.

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Give em back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

This harbour's run for trading ships with kiss 'em redemption

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