This is a song about "Harlem street"

Last of a dying breed

I see the kids on the street

Way to much right here is at stake

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

When they see me on elm street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Including fox hill and 27th street

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

These other rap niggas should never be a problem

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,