This is a song about "Straight out of compton"

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Where i could scream my bars straight out my heart/

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Ya just a fool pretending straight out tripping,

Damn them teeth look like they straight out the crocodile,

We can talk things over a little a while

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Straight out of my place, a chase, a race, i'm chasing, racing, pacing.

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

All your education goes straight out the door

But let you know i step to plate / straight out the gate

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait