This is a song about "3rd street saints"

Swear i will murk any beat

Scream like nightmares from a street

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Gold saints i despise so that don't even matter

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Including fox hill and 27th street

Sometimes i think, what i need

Wen i walk down ya street

While i’m walking down the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep