This is a song about "Straight outta compton snitch police"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Tripping on a bitch nah! criminal killing a snitch

Wack! straight outta 217 i'm representing us properly

‘bout that money probly like a fucking robbery

Comming straight outta the trap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Fuck not even the police

You gotta breathe and be at ease

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

They say them colors must be fake