This is a song about "Money streets family"

Let me rideuntil i get free

Murder his family

Or even near to my family

Must be something you want me to see

Criminal paving these streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I kept runnin through the streets

Trap our young black seeds

K family, billionaires

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Cops won't look in the streets,

No time to plot retreats

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I've got health and family,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I thought you were family