This is a song about "Party in the street"

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

Swear i will murk any beat

When they see me out in the street

A place where souls die right in the street

More money that mean less sleep

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Toast, toast to the party!

Let me rideuntil i get free

Its a party in the clouds don't need an invitation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet