This is a song about "Relation"

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

An unofficial relation

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

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

I sit and i think, this relation is on the brink,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

They misdirect and list connect, there's no relation,

Without understanding what's encompassed in relation,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Or babies they raisin

I have mastered the relation

My relation is on and off with mary

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

In relation, they won't look at potheads with drugs wanting to go hence and smoke that shit