This is a song about "Streets part 5"

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Don’t let the others determine our part

All you need is your passport

East shore part emcee part sword

They don't hear the bark

I'd rather act the part

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Hardest part was to part till the intersection/

I kept runnin through the streets

Cause after all the lights and screams

Tear you apart part by part

February cold as my heart

When you're reachin' your dreams

Betta stay outta the streets