This is a song about "Streaks"

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

You just working with the scraps you was given

Streaks are made to broken

I'm a son of gun

On these streets with flurry coke-line streaks/

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.

White streaks on ya face evidence of heart break

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

I told him get his 9 and run

Streaks are made to broken

Aligned.the streaks stack up because i annihilate with all my

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try