This is a song about "Straight out of compton"

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Late night, wind of change blows straight

You're uncool like my mother kin

Knock you straight out of production

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

My knife's got a nice edge..i'm a coldblooded killer..straight out of the ice age/

Where i could scream my bars straight out my heart/

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight