This is a song about "Made for the street"

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

Now we all in the street

Now it's time to eat

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

You forget this shit comes from the street

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

As i lay down on the street,begging for help

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

It's made for the people who wants to ditch school, but

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Carried off the playground into the street.

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

What do i really need

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