This is a song about "Bithces on my street"

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

When they see me on elm street

Bitch i'm all you need

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

From the back seat, back seat

I'm the nigga on the back street

But a slave to my own street.

Now it's time to eat

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

On my way to see the heat game, forgot to ask the street name

I see the kids on the street

Last of a dying breed