This is a song about "My street my bloodz"

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Leave you severed across the street

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

My street is not the sanest and thats no understatement.

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Well never know, but it ain't hard to tell, my street poetry

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game