This is a song about "Street kings in movement"

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

The cops are after me and i say hi in the street

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

To feed us, she had to blow 'em in the street

Translation cause my life is too sweet

A place where souls die right in the street

Sometimes i think, what i need

When they see me out in the street

Me and my peeps often meet

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Crooklyn find me up in kings plaza