This is a song about "48th street"

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Began my life out on then street

Yeah i know we never got to meet

When they see me on elm street

If he does my soul to keep

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

While i’m walking down the street

From the back seat, back seat

Swear i will murk any beat

Leave you severed across the street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

When they see me out in the street

I see the kids on the street

Me and my peeps often meet