This is a song about "Straight outta compton taurus"

Ghost in the hook so real

So blast off i'm outta here

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Sliding in and outta her slot

Little more weed, first class seats

Betta stay outta the streets

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Yo outta time way outta line i'm better than fine i'm king