This is a song about "Because of da streets"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

And finally, everyone got their own problems

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows