This is a song about "Straight out of compton"

All your education goes straight out the door

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Parallel on the other side

Out of mind out of sight

Tried to get out had me coming straight back like a boomerang,

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

You're uncool like my mother kin

Knock you straight out of production

Coming straight from the sands, i'm lost in a grain of thought

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

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

That the richest of celebs can't even think straight