This is a song about "Starting from street"

Im starting to seem okay,

Observe: cock and spray

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

From the street, with her books, looking in, as she passed,

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Scream like nightmares from a street

Translation cause my life is too sweet

To slaughter a house, cappin peels, starting from the backyard

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart