This is a song about "Driving in city streets"

Popping something thats forbidden and every single fifty

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

I'm between streets like city blocks-

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You stuck in coach while im flying, driving, in the cock pit,

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

He couldn’t have a word in streets,

Trap our young black seeds

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bitches ain't around one thou

Driving around in a plow, pow!

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets