This is a song about "Street credit"

Have no souls indeed

Now we all in the street

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

For the low that nine cheap

Scream like nightmares from a street

But i'm not worried

I see the kids on the street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Leave you severed across the street

A good person just to get credit when you want something

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

This is the concrete

When they see me on elm street