This is a song about "Streight out of compton"

Until you ran out of rhymes.

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

From hell your out of prison

Baby you're the one

There sickos out of they minds,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

The real muscle in the message of that

Click right,log out get out of my sight,go quit

Out of control, unpredictable

A criminal grind mean hustle

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Get yours; you know what this about

Out of this coviction of feelings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks