This is a song about "Living in the street"

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Even if in vain, i gotta stay off the street

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

Now we all in the street

Have no souls indeed

A place where souls die right in the street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

Rolling down the street in my suv

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

We living in the 21st century