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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

I can respect the hustle

Ain't nothing here minimal

Said her hearts, in a cage

Tell shorty i may change

My inferno simply burns yo, i'm straight outta hell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Its the h.o.r.s double e

Than the muse of a family

Comming straight outta the trap

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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