This is a song about "Class on the street"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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

You should keep an eye out for who's around on the street

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Like a #hustler on the #street or a new #magazine

Rob you on the street with the nine

And just in time your head is mine

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

Girls on the street asking for numbers

They slowly showin they colors