This is a song about "The st"

The streetz is aint the safe

But i know i see better days

I put these poems all in these songs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

What up girl, tell me how you been

The bigger the the fun

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the