This is a song about "Class on the street"

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

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Picking up all the girls on the street,

I see the kids on the street

What do i really need

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I heard your heartbeat, when you fell down on the street.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street