This is a song about "Street"

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

Last of a dying breed

Yea we hard on the street

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Helpin’ little old ladies across the street

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

You forget this shit comes from the street

From the back seat, back seat

I see the kids on the street

When dudes cheat, introduced to a new street,

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep