This is a song about "Alleys"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Packin powder and much more in the alleys

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Needlessly to bitties down alleys,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys