This is a song about "A street flow"

Got a little kick, but it ain't no tire

I'm a musical street fighter

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Im a street fighter and you just a battle borg

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

You see 'em down a couple blocks lockin' the street,

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

If he does my soul to keep

But a slave to my own street.

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

I spit on a whole different lyrical flow