This is a song about "Straight outta arlington"

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

You gotta make sure you aim right

I need you outta sight,

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

That outta get you horny

Let me rideuntil i get free

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

My inferno simply burns yo, i'm straight outta hell

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

Good kids make bad grown ups

With stubs coming outta their shrubs

She told me erything is real

So blast off i'm outta here