This is a song about "Streets part 4"

No time to plot retreats

You can't leave the ghetto streets

I'd rather act the part

See, and now life seem hard

I kept runnin through the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

And i just want to hold her

...not wanted 4 murder...

Cops won't look in the streets,

Cause after all the lights and screams

Got ya bitch wrapped around my necklace. flood the streets that was part of my

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Part manson, part hannibal, part mechanical shark