This is a song about "48th street"

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

What do i really need

But a slave to my own street.

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Have no souls indeed

If you saw me on the street

Leave you severed across the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Me and my peeps often meet

I'm the nigga on the back street

When they see me out in the street

Swear i will murk any beat