This is a song about "Streetscape sounds"

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

And it sounds dramatic, but it happens everyday,

And now hip-hop sounds in every street

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Where scary props and freaky sounds surround

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

President president sounds so irrelevant

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

We're fanatics, unplugged sounds, dope and so tragic,