This is a song about "Streets money gangs"

Malcolm x, by any means

You're walking these streets,

I kept runnin through the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

You're walking these streets,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Oh he was shot by other gangs/

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Can trust nobody on the streets

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

If that bitch don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal