This is a song about "Murder in my street"

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

My favorite hobbies include murder and rape

Call the network dipset family ties

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

But a slave to my own street.

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Murder you nigga and put you in my basin

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street