This is a song about "Gangs on the street like suttin but nah you aint gonna say suttin"

Say you pop pills but it just aint you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Sometimes i think, what i need

Yea we hard on the street

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I heard your heartbeat, when you fell down on the street.

But what else you gonna say to bitches who say to end it

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

I aint gonna tell anyone, ima keep that on the low

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

You spitting like you on tour tryna please the crowd with a pleasant say

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

But i'm like nah, this b**ch needs to say

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

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet