This is a song about "Repetition"

Competition is life, ain't no repetition in mine

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

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

I've been living in a grand repetition,

Like a politcian on a proposition of pure repetition,

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

All i hear is repetition in the lyrics on the radios

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Repetition until recognition