This is a song about "Your dead nan"

In your body sections so fast you'll be dead in milliseconds

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Breath held tight, biting your lip, and your dead by night/

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

So you better run away cause if i reach you your dead,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Look in the scope, my people still a target

Then two days later you are shot dead at your crib

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Your bars are pussy faggot and dead as fuck