This is a song about "Bithces on my street"

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Sometimes i think, what i need

If you saw me on the street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

When they see me on elm street

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

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

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Unanimously rythmical,ripping apart your rapping particles,i can destroy