This is a song about "Where was he"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

At least he knew where to go and how to move on

Areas where hysteria was carried, now it's buried,

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

When he thought he could do this was he on coke

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,

You was bigger than an artist

He was in for thrill, he was skilled.

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Well, he traced me to the cave, where i had raced away

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Always knew where i was going, what i was about

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

But when he discovered he was hopeless he gathered his things,