This is a song about "Someone that passed away"

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Someone bring a dustpan in, the weak are getting swept away

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Someone tell these motherfuckers that hop is back!

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I'm feeling so high that i'm floating away

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

That i'll be going away

Keep losing my way

The perfect picture someone that should just end himself.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

And all those brave rappers who fought and they passed away,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way