This is a song about "Dealing with poverty and rapping fast and being gangsta"

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

And im rapping side to side with this comet in the sky

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

We came.. way too far pretty baby

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense