This is a song about "Street slang"

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You forget this shit comes from the street

Where's some good shit to slang,

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Leave you severed across the street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Including fox hill and 27th street

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep