This is a song about "Strait off da streets of detroit"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Ur jaw drops when you get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Off the streets , but then remember the devil still needs to eat.

Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

More fights occurring here then the streets of cold ukraine

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

I'm da vinci to this art, stepping on of top charts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

You ain't detroit, im the d

But five years from now i bet she see