This is a song about "Tupac eazy e love hustle straight outta compton"

No one notice your struggle

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

Outta three steps one took me back and that took me right back to "my love..."

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

I got bigger problems baby

An allegory without the e

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

I'll come up on ya with an ak or a thompson like i'm n.w.a straight outta

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick