This is a song about "Nightmare on slaughter street"

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

My talent should take me places i've never been

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I see the kids on the street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

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

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Let's enjoy our younger years

Girls on the street asking for numbers