This is a song about "Street voice"

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

I got that mass appeal

Echoes a voice in my ear,

You're voice brings me comfort,

She wanted to fight at first

The drug that they brain need

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

While i’m walking down the street

You'll be sitting here with no voice/

I went to school with the white boys

Leave you severed across the street

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Roll trees for the boys

I'm just rapping my true voice