This is a song about "A street flow"

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

I keep my money neat

You want a big house cz your living in the street

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Ran outside to see the big show

//this has a sorta fast flow

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

Hawk up venom, i'm a street poet through rigorous times,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Im a street fighter and you just a battle borg

Scream like nightmares from a street

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Doesn't mean you have a nice flow.

And she gives them a blow