This is a song about "On the ave"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

Choked the one on the throne

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

' alright, already, the show goes on

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I figured out that it don't matter for real

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

That's word to my mom

Screw up the cup, i'm on