This is a song about "3rd street saints"

3rd degree no not masonry, its a bloody murder scene,

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Wen i walk down ya street

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Yea we hard on the street

I’m way harder than the concrete

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Leave you severed across the street

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Claiming i rap like i'm street,