This is a song about "Street bitches"

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

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

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Leave you severed across the street

African queen got what you need

I'm longer than em: i ain't talking no rockin republic

As big l would say all these bitches are just street struck,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Including fox hill and 27th street