This is a song about "Riding down the street"

I ain't trynna be politically correct

As i lay down on the street,begging for help

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

While i’m walking down the street