This is a song about "My street"

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

The tooth fairy got hype but, she's scared of my street

No good. never try too hard though, running my game cross the street to the bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Including fox hill and 27th street

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed