This is a song about "Compton"

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

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

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

Highest form of affection, physical connection