This is a song about "Anthony compton"

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

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