This is a song about "Grove street"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Have no souls indeed

Scream like nightmares from a street

Wen i walk down ya street

We can't catch the beat

You forget this shit comes from the street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

From the back seat, back seat

Began my life out on then street

Now we all in the street

Last of a dying breed

I see the kids on the street

If he does my soul to keep

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed