This is a song about "Nightmare on slaughter street"

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

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

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

Save some, save none at the same time

Rob you on the street with the nine

I'm the nigga on the back street

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

Sometimes i think, what i need

Yea we hard on the street