This is a song about "3rd street saints"

I keep my money neat

Yea we hard on the street

Scream like nightmares from a street

Swear i will murk any beat

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

We supply the weapons 3rd world cops are taking shots with,