This is a song about "Straight outta duke city"

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I do dis for my niggas and city

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Grand theft auto: vice city too

What preceded was the clue

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

705 this our city,

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

This aint your town, this aint your city

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money