This is a song about "Straight outta my life"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

Clocked out several times, keep my hours straight

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy

Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face lookin' boy

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Damn let me get my head straight

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

You came outta nowhere and gave me a new life

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

But i'll beat the shit outta you with my rap belt