This is a song about "My street my bloodz"

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

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

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

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

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

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

Including fox hill and 27th street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end