This is a song about "Murder in my street"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

But a slave to my own street.

I don't know defeat

I plot my murder steady

I'd done stacked many

And now hip-hop sounds in every street

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Look it something they can't ever see

Rolling down the street in my suv

Knives drawn out, murder in my eyes

Sit back and watch your sunrise

Even if in vain, i gotta stay off the street

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet