This is a song about "Street art"

Scream like nightmares from a street

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

I got something you've been waiting for

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

Need to stay original and be myself say hey art

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

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

Yea we hard on the street

Me and my peeps often meet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Now we all in the street

Including fox hill and 27th street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art