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

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

Got to the end of the tunnel

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

My raps aren't cheesy, i ain't no eazy-e, that's not the shit i create

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

That’s, broken but someone just lacks the hustle,

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Wack! straight outta 217 i'm representing us properly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family