This is a song about "5th street"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Now we all in the street

And save your shitty freestyle rhymes for a kid in the 5th grade

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

When they see me on elm street

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

And i'm prolly drunk driving crying where the fuck 5th went

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Wen i walk down ya street

Imma show you how this shit is done in 5th

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange