This is a song about "Streight out of compton"

Ain't nothing here minimal

And out of principle

Run out of drinks, no complain

Then we cut, look how she say my name

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Mind out of my body

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

There sickos out of they minds,

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

A criminal grind mean hustle

Out of control, unpredictable