This is a song about "Street racer"

You forget this shit comes from the street

I said i got my ass beat

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

When they see me on elm street

It's day two and i'm coming at you like speed racer

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

From the back seat, back seat

I'm the nigga on the back street

Leave you severed across the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep