This is a song about "Dead streets but i m still looking"

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

I can always go home and look down my street

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Could have left him dead in the streets, fuck that i finna get some eats

But bitch i aint stopping till im fucking dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Looking at the streets seeing everyone illegal

I could be dead and buried, i'd still be above your level,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general