This is a song about "The stree"

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

The more battles the better the flows

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Work straight out the kitchen

The bigger the the fun

Down the street to the car,

She prayed on me passing that bar

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between