This is a song about "Liam thompson"

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Leave you severed across the street

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Every street know me, isn't a street don't know me

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

I keep my money neat

When they see me on elm street