This is a song about "Nightmare on 5th street"

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Girls on the street asking for numbers

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

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

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

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

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Yea we hard on the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

African queen got what you need

Picking up all the girls on the street,

On two 5th street rock d's mc's like adidas.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz