This is a song about "Straight outa compton"

My rhymes are fucking radioactive, like theyr straight outa chernobyl,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Dreamed about it for five years straight.

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Straight rhymes keep 'em frontal,

As i light one for ill will

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Im rolling into compton, unknown and forgotten, with the sign caution, on my back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

And still be able to stand up straight

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade