This is a song about "Class on the street"

Have no souls indeed

If you saw me on the street

Yea we hard on the street

The revolution will proceed

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

The sickest rhymes on display, you know i got class

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

Rob you on the street with the nine

I see the kids on the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep