This is a song about "People dying on the streets"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

Played our beats on the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Doctor said i was fine

Iv been on the streets for time

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

Where the old people are scared to walk the streets at night

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets