This is a song about "Streight out of compton"

And out of principle

The world is so typical

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Out of control, unpredictable

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

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

They say we living in troubled times

Until you ran out of rhymes.

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Go where you ain't been

Shit its out of the question