This is a song about "Anthony compton"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

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

Kamikazehoping that none of the spies find methat's why we bye bye daily

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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