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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

By a gang called the police

Lights please, lights please

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

So you can thank the little unfair snitch,

Cos that is what happens to the neighborhood snitch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Pussy ass bitch, or do you prefer pussy ass snitch.

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Wack! straight outta 217 i'm representing us properly