This is a song about "Uganda my coumtry"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

He’s tha only one

My words are my rhythm

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Man, that saying is so misused

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head