This is a song about "Money power respect in the streets"

No money, power, or drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I get special attention

I respect the work you put in,

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Hero in the streets, carnage in the sheets

Just trying to link this music and its roots in the streets,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

I glanced seeing some haters in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

I never thought the money and power would get to this level,