This is a song about "Niggas on the street"

Girls on the street asking for numbers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

If you saw me on the street

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw