This is a song about "Street struck"

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

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

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

Swear i will murk any beat

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

Yeah i know we never got to meet

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

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

With a hand struck from the dirt

Too focused, one word

Scream like nightmares from a street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Get struck by their thunder, you'll go through cruel suffer

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number