This is a song about "My street my bloodz"

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Yeah i'm cold, rolling down your street with your dad's skin as my coat

Began my life out on then street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.

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

Crystal clear zoned mirror , need please on knees deplete destroy