This is a song about "Anthony compton"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta 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

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby