This is a song about "Swimmin in the pusssy"

In the face of the outside.

And what ya cook like

Knocked out in the lunch in

Lookin’ for some action

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

The pain stains the brain with delays in

I make songs about shit for attention

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

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

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in