This is a song about "Singing competition"

She leave her hair in the sink

Rhymes slanted, competition vanished

Well wishes to my opposition

There is such a fierce competition

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

From punky little songs for competition

So competition cant touch

My mama smoked so god damn much

That i'm grinding on some lining while everyone still singing

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Tats out and my hair long

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Start with perfect competition

First off congratulations on the win