This is a song about "Guns 64 compton streets ghetto eazy e nigga gangsta"

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Fuck fame, fuck money

My raps aren't cheesy, i ain't no eazy-e, that's not the shit i create

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

An allegory without the e

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Blowin my speakers from real muthaphuckin gs by eazy e, now count to three what do u see,

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds