This is a song about "Tenth street mob"

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Sometimes i think, what i need

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

We can leave before midnight for sure

Getting fucked by the tenth bull

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You forget this shit comes from the street

Yea we hard on the street

I said i got my ass beat

Now we all in the street

I keep my money neat

Now it's time to eat

Wen i walk down ya street