This is a song about "Compton often fuck"

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

In the hood, often misunderstood, but it's all good

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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,

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Often super gnar ,shred skateboards rip ,js and guitars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Battling sanity often results in hilarity

I'm often coughing off the awesome seedless shit that's being lit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts