This is a song about "Street theory"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Including fox hill and 27th street

I hate police so im saving the street!

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Scream like nightmares from a street

If he does my soul to keep

Kid, with my man theory holding me down, with our crown

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

While i’m walking down the street

Last of a dying breed

Yea we hard on the street

But don't fall asleep

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep