This is a song about "Elm street"

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

I turn around and its freddy kruger from elm street

G.o.n.z. running down the street

But i'm not worried

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Now we all in the street

For the low that nine cheap

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

African queen got what you need

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep