This is a song about "Maple street"

I have that maple syrup urine disease,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

African queen got what you need

But a slave to my own street.

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Began my life out on then street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

The drug that they brain need

Sometimes i think, what i need

While i’m walking down the street

Carried off the playground into the street.

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

I hate police so im saving the street!

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat