This is a song about "Nightmare on slaughter street"

I heard your heartbeat, when you fell down on the street.

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

When they see me on elm street

Sometimes i think, what i need

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Began my life out on then street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Leap above the street and splatter on the concrete,