This is a song about "Repetition"

The repetition of my rhyming syllables must be a sin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

It's the part ii repetition, murder with guided precision

Like a politcian on a proposition of pure repetition,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

No place for repetition, glowing bright in intelligence

Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

I've been living in a grand repetition,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

All i hear is repetition in the lyrics on the radios

It will be my saving grace of repetition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position