This is a song about "Made for the street"

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Have no souls indeed

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

More money that mean less sleep

While i’m walking down the street

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

I keep my money neat

Now we all in the street

Me and my peeps often meet

Picking up all the girls on the street,