text: Sorry Im late man
  I had a map and everything man
  And somehow I ended up in Compton
  Where is he? Hes sick
  Sick my dick! Hes probably somewhere fucked up!
  Dozed off in this cabin
  Wake up seeing kegs and bitches, dont know what happened
  Fuck Im late for work ??? trippin cause Im blackin
  Always super blasted
  Skinny and Im tatted grab my keys and my sunglasses
  Then Im gone
  And took that Benz out on the road
  And we living like we made it, buying shit we cant afford
  These hoes be wylin, let her whip it she smilin
  Stoner chick, let her hit even when I let her drive it
  Uh
  I wake up in this cabin
  All I hear are bitches
  Walk in the room, Tony mackin
  They say Trav left for work
  These chicks swingin something ???
  Always got me blasted
  After dome hit the sto get swishers while she at it
  Dude Im throwed
  Versace for cologne
  Hit my homies up, see whats up
  When I clock out we can roll and hit the sto
  With more chicks thats down to roll
  They all speakin different language
  Grab Rosettas just to bone
  Hop in the back, she jump straight on me
  I say I wanna fuck her tats
  She say she want me
  Ok
  Ohhh, ayeee, ohhh, ayeee, ohhh
  Compton
  Compton
  Uh
  Aint it strange, spendin this change
  And how Ive changed
  This niggas talkin shit
  Runnin they mouth
  And Im runnin the game
  Chiefin cali bud in 50 states
  English chick run her mouth 4 different ways
  And Im gettin laid
  Im feelin myself
  Chick whiter than milk
  Chanel for the belt
  Not runnin no game
  She pullin Dwayne
  Even tatted the name
  Helicopter that bitch black and yeller
  Bags of feathers
  Changin weather
  Yo shit made of leather
  And yous a bitch
  And Im OG
  She callin me Chess
  Im all in her mouth
  My name on her chest
  She know what Im bout
  So Im checkin her text
  Ohhh, ayeee, ohhh, ayeee, ohhh
  Compton
  Compton