This is a song about "Straight out of comptum"

Catch you up on places i've been

Knock you straight out of production

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

Late night, wind of change blows straight

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Bath salts straight out the catalog

Separate us, from what jay brought

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Pulled out a burner shut a hole straight through his head

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Straight into the coffin with the fucking lot of you

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight