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

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

Wack! straight outta 217 i'm representing us properly

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

The marshall mathers lp and we had straight outta compton,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Not chasin no chain or some dime piece shorty

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Comming straight outta the trap

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Straight outta my kitchen your way… homemade,

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/