This is a song about "Straight outa compton"

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

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Let em marinate, you forever late

Maybe your grave,or your tombstone standin straight

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

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

Thats why my flow flies straight,

I feel good, i look great

Gotta say it was a good day

Straight from my bombers bay

After you wrote your rap, immediately you got 3 votes outa nowhere

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

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