This is a song about "Acne studios"

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Billboards, rap sheets, and studios holding my name

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat

Niggas acting hood, breaking backs like acne

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

On your back like i'm acne, shit your pants like i'm flax seed

, ssc chillin laughing n bein happy, we just get it poppin like a case of bad acne.

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

I've seen the inside of half a dozen studios

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Runnin' to local rap studios, to watch mcs rappin on mic, becomin legends//

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love