This is a song about "Getting stabbed on the street"

Picking up all the girls on the street,

African queen got what you need

I am your hell so elf go fuck yourself i am a cray orc, your rotten pork

Freddy stabbed me a few more times in the head until i lay dead on the dashboard

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Girls on the street asking for numbers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

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

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

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

You should keep an eye out for who's around on the street