This is a song about "My street my bloodz"

What do i really need

Now we all in the street

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

African queen got what you need

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

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Leave you severed across the street

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat