This is a song about "My street my bloodz"

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

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

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

I was weakened by my own night terrors i was an elm street with no night light,

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Yea we hard on the street

I need to beat