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

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Lil rat go eat some poisoned cheese please/

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

But according to the police

I give bitches dick and leave

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

U prolly the one callin police

See i got more haters and nay sayers than eight lakers in boston

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Rat race no rat flow hard

Blasting out some backyard

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel