This is a song about "Man may come and man may go i fuck you on the street if i found you on the road"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

And the court room may preside i'm gonna win sorry if i spoiled

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Then i burn on the return, popping bernie may schemes

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

But i dont give a damn if the devil may cry

On a zillion, next you may go to trillion

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I see the kids on the street

Me and my peeps often meet