This is a song about "Alleys"

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

Needlessly to bitties down alleys,

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

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

Packin powder and much more in the alleys