This is a song about "Self destruction"

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

To bring devilish destruction upon a customers spirit

If i should die before i wake

I'm afraid of the destruction i'll make,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Mathematic deconstruction systematic re-destruction yep, we back at it

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Aint no discussing once the beef reaches destruction.

And now the present got you struggling

Constantly destruction, ain't no discussing.

In my peripheral, i see destruction and pain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

This is another level of lyrical destruction.

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