This is a song about "Straight outta compton"

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

I'll scare you motherfuckers straight

But most times darling the sequel sucks

With stubs coming outta their shrubs

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

I dont really shakespeare

So get the heck outta here,

Okay man you do the drop

Sliding in and outta her slot

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

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

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Double m self made we forever rich