This is a song about "Your dunb"

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

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

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

She should have invited her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

To increase my ends

Your family, your friends,