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

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

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

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

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

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

(six minutes, six minutes, slim shady, you're on)

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I'm the nigga on the back street