This is a song about "Same street"

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

For the low that nine cheap

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Ask your neighbor down the street and i guarantee the same response

What do i really need

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

The revolution will proceed

I'm the nigga on the back street

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Including fox hill and 27th street

If you saw me on the street

Swear i will murk any beat