This is a song about "Ruining these streets"

I spaz in true speech one relapse and ya naps get thrown thru out these streets//

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Put him to sleep, where he'd just keep, having nightmares bout these streets

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Im in these streets im gettin paid

Our vision never changed, we self made

Every day these streets were getting tougher

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Cus i run these streets like a one man army