This is a song about "Mid island streets"

This goes out to all the killers on rikers island wishing

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Mid-drift, turn on the switch, broke but killing rappers that are rich

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Betta stay outta the streets

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

You're walking these streets,

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Malcolm x, by any means

You're walking these streets,