This is a song about "Street races"

My heart races thinking of fading faces in these desolate places.

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Wen i walk down ya street

Seein' dreams in they sleep

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Including fox hill and 27th street

I said i got my ass beat

Leave you severed across the street

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Translation cause my life is too sweet

When they see me on elm street

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Masons, pi equations and how were labeled by our races!