This is a song about "Cruzing down on the street on my six flo"

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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

Rolling down the street in my suv

Safe sex since you say you not a groupie

More money that mean less sleep

Yea we hard on the street

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

As i lay down on the street,begging for help

I see the kids on the street

I’m way harder than the concrete