This is a song about "Back on the street"

The door crack, niggas all black

Went back on the way back back

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

I'm the nigga on the back street

Last of a dying breed

If you saw me on the street

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

I heard your heartbeat, when you fell down on the street.

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

But check out how i roll mine

Rob you on the street with the nine