This is a song about "Shute ski"

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

You sit in filth while you hate those who sit in wealth,

I sit back in my rags

For setting up traps

I will challenge any rapper and peel their skin

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

In fact, creeping' through the corners semi slaughter bloody water

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

They start feeling like a fish, that's out of water,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Hack that with an ax tie you to a pole light light that in spite of that i'm vulgar

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf

Everything is subject to change like broken dollars