This is a song about "Street is lie"

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

All you spitting is a lie, and fucking fallacies.

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

You fadin into nothing cuz your life is a lie

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Do i long to live, or do i long to die? my life is caused to lie.

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

But cops is lockin' the street, cockin' the heat,

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

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

This is a dis to the bad rappers worldwide, elvin is fruitcake not even gonna lie tho

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow