This is a song about "Street smarts"

Me and my peeps often meet

Wen i walk down ya street

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

I keep my money neat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

When they see me on elm street

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

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

I had the smarts ..i just need it part time

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Leave you severed across the street

Yeah i know we never got to meet

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

I hate police so im saving the street!

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit