This is a song about "Street struck"

Split if fifty-fifty, get it, street struck, i'm spinnin' the truth,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Struck you with a bolt of lightning and then bolted/

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Two months later, i must say i was heavily love struck.

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I heat up every beat, rest in peace kid, you're fire struck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

If improvin rap's a blunder, let me get struck by thunder

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Some of your songs just left me there star struck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Leaving everyone just star-struck in awe

Uh, that shit you talk don't move me nada