This is a song about "Seaseame street"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Every street know me, isn't a street don't know me

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

But a slave to my own street.

More money that mean less sleep

Leave you severed across the street

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Carried off the playground into the street.

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I'm the nigga on the back street

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Shout out to aberdeen 1415 north b street

If you saw me on the street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Including fox hill and 27th street

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete