This is a song about "Ain t nothing but a street kid"

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

A lost thought on a street sought by the biggest kid on the block

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

The world is nothing but a guilty stairway

But they can't do nothing to a g/

We might be back in this baby

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Leaving you body nothing but a lifeless carcass

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

Youre nothing but a silly little nose picker

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But they can't do nothing to a g/