This is a song about "Born to these street"

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Real street niggas they relate to me

Cause all i want is you, baby

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

But a slave to my own street.

Sometimes i think, what i need

But these wall street bankers use this to pad their wallets,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks