This is a song about "Compton"

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

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