This is a song about "Busy streets of harlem"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

C.r.e.a.m of the planet, i grew up in streets controlled by greedy bandits

But he was to busy falling

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

From concrete, and up on streets, we got more of chromosomes,

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat