This is a song about "Compton often fuck"

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Battling sanity often results in hilarity

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Often resorting to warping your comments

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

I said i'm hurting her

Free masons were often clever

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

All this talkin and chatter that's in my mind often

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

You was bigger than an artist

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

They blowing up my phone

I often use google chrome