This is a song about "Lackin on the streets"

Talking about the god you serve

Brought up on the streets at corners

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

On the streets all apeshit..bangin chest to chest

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

It's burning slow, even though life on the streets kinda cold

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

There's never ever silence on the streets, understand the love,

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

But that's the way it goes when you're raised on ghetto streets,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,