This is a song about "Compton pirus"

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

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

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,

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

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