This is a song about "Straight outta compton fart"

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Are they made outta plastic?

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

Chat so much shit you should speak threw a fart

Hope all over again, we can start

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

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

Comming straight outta the trap

I just wanna be higher than that

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,