This is a song about "My street"

Rolling down the street in my suv

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Our history that they stole, africa

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Come to my street and try to handle this heat

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

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

The revolution will proceed

Yea we hard on the street

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

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

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

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