This is a song about "I ll hit your street with that broom boy that s code name for that street sweeper"

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

I re-sign that bullet with your name with a peace sign

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Missiles, do that to the maximum, they're street sweepers,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

I hit him with that pedigree