This is a song about "Driving in city streets"

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...

But they paved a bad road so there's crack in the streets,

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

But world is really cold,in this streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Once as a slave who imagined being free

In piss creek with rumble from your city

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

No time to plot retreats