This is a song about "Street basketballl"

The drug that they brain need

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Scream like nightmares from a street

I’m way harder than the concrete

When they see me on elm street

For the low that nine cheap

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

But a slave to my own street.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I hate police so im saving the street!

While i’m walking down the street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Carried off the playground into the street.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet