This is a song about "Newcastle street pastors"

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

This is the concrete

Yea we hard on the street

Pack the pastors in the back then euthanize all the slackers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Began my life out on then street

More money that mean less sleep

I need to beat

Wen i walk down ya street

When they see me out in the street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

You forget this shit comes from the street