This is a song about "Lords of the street"

This is the concrete

Yea we hard on the street

I keep my money neat

I see the kids on the street

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

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

Me and my peeps often meet

You forget this shit comes from the street

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Picking up all the girls on the street,

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

I hate police so im saving the street!

I’m way harder than the concrete

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid