This is a song about "Starting from street"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Leave you severed across the street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

You forget this shit comes from the street

Coroners comfort your mama

Seems like you're starting drama

Cause it's like you're my mirror

Starting to stink bury her,

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Im starting to seem okay,

At the same damn time

I'm starting to seem fine,

Starting off the monday, so calm, so nice, quickly takin from you.

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

Who's from, the other side of the street, we bury it,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit