This is a song about "Living on the streets"

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

Brought up on the streets at corners

Better yet they work my every nerve

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Oh, did i knock them on the streets, line them up neat

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

To make a peaceful world we need to end the war on the streets,

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

No time to plot retreats

Played our beats on the streets

Go on the dark streets alone never look back.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black