This is a song about "Compton pirus"

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

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

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,

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

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

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

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,