This is a song about "My street my bloodz"

My street is not the sanest and thats no understatement.

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

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

Yeah i'm cold, rolling down your street with your dad's skin as my coat

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

More money that mean less sleep

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

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

Began my life out on then street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed