This is a song about "Nigguh in the street"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Don't discrete, started in the street, neva tryna cheat

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Rolling down the street in my suv

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Beach on the weekend

Niggas in the street scared

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

A place where souls die right in the street

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

First off congratulations on the win

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

See you hoes in the street and i murda ya