This is a song about "The steets"

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

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

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Drop top on this thang

Still the man with the pan

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Thinkin of the the dreams

Malcolm x, by any means