This is a song about "Their"

As they clot their arteries, remedies from their enemies rough spot/

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Better stay outta their way 'cause their convict runners

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

While pleading with their god asking if it is their time

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And their throats be, closin up in fear till their choking

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

To give them their keys to their drives

We hustle to survive