This is a song about "Street rapping"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

You forget this shit comes from the street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Began my life out on then street

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

When they see me on elm street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street