This is a song about "Thanks to much people in my pass"

Woke up in the mornin giving thanks to god,

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Im about to pass this shit to my nigga j kells

The path to success served in a golden platter for me thanks to ma family

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

It’s knowin’ it’s over

And it's all thanks to her

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Thanks to all the fake friends ive had in the past, i have to keep searching

In a room full of people so much is being said,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Pass the pot, sitting in my throne like its camelot

Til the tears sting my eyes so much i have to give in

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