This is a song about "Busy streets of harlem"

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

But he was to busy falling

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

Busy of that shine, sniffin off that line

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace