This is a song about "Streetscape sounds"

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

Some ca green, sounds like terrific

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

I don't gotta drive around and worry about some siren sounds,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

President president sounds so irrelevant

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Always strap so i was alright

Sounds complicated right

I don't gotta drive around and worry about some siren sounds,

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin', it's the hunger sounds,

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

Everyone's talking but is just sounds like manure,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule