This is a song about "Nightmare on elm street"

Rob you on the street with the nine

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

If you saw me on the street

But i'm not worried

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Heard you can't sleep, elm is now is your damn street

This one's for the lovers

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

What do i really need

Yea we hard on the street

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

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street