This is a song about "The stree"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

In front of our building, they was my heroes

The more battles the better the flows

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

And i can't help but stare, cause