This is a song about "Compton in the 1980s"

Nigga fuck the black and whites

He's in the books he's in the cites

Cause if you run the light

In the face of the outside.

The realist in the game

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

In the heat of the summer,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Knocked out in the lunch in

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her