This is a song about "Sin on your chin vape sic balls pop fresh funk"

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Hold up yea we the best

And take a nap till tomorrow, face down, on my chin

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

See this scar on my chin?

Catch you up on places i've been

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Falls, rub my balls, on your mom’s pink draws

That means i wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful

I will have your balls rotated on a turnstile cause i'm hostile

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Your balls get susan boyle

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Crunk on that colt 45 drunk feeling funk nah mean