This is a song about "Street theory"

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

Bitch i'm all you need

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

On my way to the top with theory,

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Sometimes i think, what i need

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Stifle fascination on wall street occupation

More money that mean less sleep

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,