This is a song about "Nightmare on slaughter street"

Yea we hard on the street

Last of a dying breed

When they see me on elm street

The drug that they brain need

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

I see the kids on the street

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Nightmare on elm street no matter how fast i run i still get beat. there's no

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Rob you on the street with the nine