This is a song about "Life money streets"

Cops won't look in the streets,

Cause after all the lights and screams

You're walking these streets,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

She looks for money , i look for life

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Malcolm x, by any means

Played our beats on the streets

Government changed my life to the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table