This is a song about "Made for the street"

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Now it's time to eat

Now we all in the street

You should keep an eye out for who's around on the street

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

You forget this shit comes from the street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

I see the kids on the street

More money that mean less sleep

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Picking up all the girls on the street,

I went in #for #the #kill and polluted the street, oil spill

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill