This is a song about "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

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

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

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

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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