This is a song about "Compton"

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

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,