This is a song about "Street s disciple"

Leave you severed across the street

If he does my soul to keep

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

Now it's time to eat

I’m way harder than the concrete

Now we all in the street

Don't think my name is lucifer like i'm a disciple of satan,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

But i want out like michael, but i'm still a disciple

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Including fox hill and 27th street

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete