This is a song about "Fresh nigga on the street"

Rob you on the street with the nine

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Picking up all the girls on the street,

More money that mean less sleep

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Yeah, one time for the

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Then lost her faith again

Cause we fresh on the game