This is a song about "Straight outta crookyln"

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

No indictments outta sight like tripe

I'm everything that they call nice

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Sliding in and outta her slot

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

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

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

And she throws up whatever she eats

Betta stay outta the streets

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

Drop the bass like it's straight outta college

Make an idiot outta me

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready