This is a song about "House on the street"

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Or be on the street corner with a pipe smokin the rock

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

We can talk things over a little a while

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep