This is a song about "Street bitches"

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Yea we hard on the street

African queen got what you need

I'm the nigga on the back street

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I hate police so im saving the street!

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money