This is a song about "Gelish street beats"

Now it's time to eat

Yea we hard on the street

I hate police so im saving the street!

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

As i sit here amplifying the beats

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

Now we all in the street

Me and my peeps often meet

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Mentally, essentially influenced by illest of beats

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

While im rapping flows on beats

Little more weed, first class seats