This is a song about "3rd street saints"

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

Wen i walk down ya street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

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

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

Including fox hill and 27th street

Yeah i know we never got to meet

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Yea we hard on the street

More money that mean less sleep