This is a song about "Lords o da street"

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Including fox hill and 27th street

More money that mean less sleep

Now we all in the street

Yeah, look here i pay dues

You messin wit da truth,

To see you and you hated

O wait...your moms already did/

Even when these drug lords hear, they'll take that as a myth//

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

That's what rains for

Mother, o my mother!

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool