This is a song about "My street my bloodz"

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Yeah i know we never got to meet

My other mate michael fucked a street cat

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Wolf of wall street my favourite sport

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Began my life out on then street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep