This is a song about "Street"

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

What do i really need

Wen i walk down ya street

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

Now we all in the street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

African queen got what you need

You forget this shit comes from the street

When they see me out in the street

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Scream like nightmares from a street

Sometimes i think, what i need