This is a song about "Because of da streets"

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

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

The art of mcing mixed with da vinci and mc ren

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Because you're apart of society,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

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