This is a song about "Bob across the street"

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I'm the nigga on the back street

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

For serial killings across the world.

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Titanic sinks across the river styx

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Let me tell you bout the streets which i go across

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

As for me i'll be chasing you across every street

I see the kids on the street

From the back seat, back seat