This is a song about "Driving in city streets"

Flow is cold from the city streets

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I don't slang caine on the city streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

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

Driving around in a plow, pow!

It's over, she got colder, now

I grew up in nola city,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

That i was broke as fuck, driving 'roun in my truck.

It's not making sense to you right now but

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Spitting lethal seen the evil taken over the people in my city...