This is a song about "Cruisin down the street in my 6 fo"

Yea we hard on the street

I don't know defeat

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

You see 'em down a couple blocks lockin' the street,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rolling down the street in my suv

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

While i’m walking down the street

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

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

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy