This is a song about "Straight outa compton"

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

J. cole runnin' late

I'll scare you motherfuckers straight

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I'm as straight as straight needs to go.

My nigga for life though

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Damn let me get my head straight

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,