This is a song about "Street niggaz"

But my niggaz in paris

Aight santana man...let's do this

Wen i walk down ya street

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Including fox hill and 27th street

Yea we hard on the street

If he does my soul to keep

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

I stopped hangin around yall cause niggaz like you

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

More money that mean less sleep

No, just put us on death row

I'm super fast, you niggaz are slow.