This is a song about "Accept"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

So sit back and accept the blessings of this life,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And not just forced to accept,

Just accept your fate, let the darkness lay it's eggs,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Should you choose to accept it

Bitch you should see my wallet

Take a seat, i'll treat you to these beats, accept defeat.

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

And we'll accept you for you're not a hobbit

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

For failure and i don't accept that association

But i must also accept defeat, because it makes you stronger/

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her