This is a song about "Street life in oakland"

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

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

Began my life out on then street

From the back seat, back seat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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

Even if in vain, i gotta stay off the street

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

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

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

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