This is a song about "Beef on the streets"

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

As i walk the streets, on the sidewalk i speak

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

No cash for paint, i look great when beef on the plate,

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Played our beats on the streets

And she throws up whatever she eats