This is a song about "Adam compton"

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Like adam and eve from god's path you're lost

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Adam sandler, verses that'll rip your face off like a polar bear

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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