This is a song about "Compton"

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

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

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

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

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

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