This is a song about "Cruising down the street in my 6 4"

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Yea we hard on the street

But i'm not worried

The drug that they brain need

Now we all in the street

I’m way harder than the concrete

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

G.o.n.z. running down the street

What do i really need

Down in the dirt never

She should have invited her

But don't fall asleep

Wen i walk down ya street