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

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

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

To liberate yourself, africa

In the foreground while i'm in the

Car with no limit what

Stuck in the in the tub,

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

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

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

You gotta make sure you aim right

In the face of the outside.

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

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done