This is a song about "Busy streets of harlem"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Take a walk of fate, stroll down southern streets (x2)

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Streets are full of grit if you commit crimes

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

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

But he was to busy falling

And picture me rollin