This is a song about "The homies lot and bout to go out ballin"

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Never had the courage to go out and send it

But a lot of my homies like to tote the laser beams

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

One parent above, the other live scared

Bout to go into cardiac arrest,

Where would i be without my dogs

Like to go out and knife carve

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

The games bout to, go blow me

Than the muse of a family

Visions, dreams of passion

I'm the coldest out ballin