This is a song about "Because of da streets"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Cuz its only a hand full of rappers dass touchin da cash.

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

He's taking tweet beef to the streets because lyrically he needs to get his weight up

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Because of my wicked flow

Im too hard. da rap version of bernard hopkins. nigga

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren