This is a song about "Being in the street"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

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

Niggas in the street scared

Hold my tears i tried my best

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Now we all in the street

What do i really need