This is a song about "How the street really are"

How could i lose, when the youth's decisions are clues,

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Do i really need to learn how the fuck to forget

The drug that they brain need

Leave you severed across the street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

So it leaves me to wonder

How can i really hate her?

G.o.n.z. running down the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

For how smart i really am

You gotta let these shits go, man

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet