This is a song about "Take from me"

Facing me around, take another round

The fourth one, i like to kick around

My father came up from nothing won't take the shit from granted

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I will take the ground out from under your legs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

One when i tried to say i'll take seven kids from columbine

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Normally i wouldn't take you from your cozy little home,

Where i tried to say i take seven kids from columbine

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Take some from the early bird and start chargin per compliment/

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Take what you want from the story foretold,