This is a song about "Compton pirus"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

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

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

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

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

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

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition