This is a song about "Pooing in the street"

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

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

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I am the grand in grand theft auto street

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes