This is a song about "Street made nigga"

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

It's lopsided like a aa college student trying to undertake a d1 scholar

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

G.o.n.z. running down the street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I see my nigga named pookie shot on the street.

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

When they see me on elm street

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Including fox hill and 27th street

Made a nigga have to spit to survive

Ma want me to go find a wife

While i’m walking down the street

Sometimes i think, what i need

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

How is it that little nigga like me made it too my dreams