This is a song about "Ninetieth sixth street choir"

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot

I grab the extinguisher and that’s when i heard the choir.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Im burnin tires comin down the boulevard higher then a heaven choir

Guess the heat was too much, like the arse of the popes children choir

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Leave you severed across the street

While i’m walking down the street

From the back seat, back seat

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

Sixth sense feel me? i'm said to represent evil

You all niggas ain't even on my level