This is a song about "Street rapping"

We can't catch the beat

While i’m walking down the street

I am capable of rapping,

And this will be the song that we sing

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

I’m way harder than the concrete

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

Every street know me, isn't a street don't know me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Let me attract your attention that you're ''singing'' not rapping, not rapping

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed