This is a song about "Streight out of compton"

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

I rose out of the darkness

Blow trees like a hurricane

Run out of drinks, no complain

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Hop in and let me test drive

There sickos out of they minds,