This is a song about "Compton"

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

We pray while we prey on competition

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

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

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby