This is a song about "Your asain"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Right flows down and they might go nice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Your on fire.. your on fire

Said when i do dirt wit her

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter

Your on fire.. your on fire

As your family dies, and my family rise

Ill cut your thtroat, chop your head and pluck out your eyes,

Blow trees like a hurricane

Blood stain, your slain, your brain