This is a song about "Street goons"

But that aint me , got goons on the block death row they seek

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Wen i walk down ya street

We can't catch the beat

My records sell, yes sir

I'm a musical street fighter

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Roll with a tool so you know that i wreck goons,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

When they see me out in the street