This is a song about "Thin"

Success was just a blatant hoax, my patience was wearing thin,

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

That's compressed and thin/ suppressed within

You just working with the scraps you was given

Does she have to be thin? yea she might be

I just want somebody i can see

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

To big to thin we crack under the pressure

You don;t thin anymore

So fuck em' all

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace