This is a song about "Bodies burn in the street"

Niggas in the street scared

Beach on the weekend

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

In the sun cause i don’t tan, i burn, blood clot

I’m way harder than the concrete

A place where souls die right in the street

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

One hand on the trigger stacking bodies in a heap,

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Cut up your bodies and place then in the bottom of pools