This is a song about "The street"

I live on the beach these gurls outside bikini's in the street

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Down the street to the car,

You know...you know who you are

I see the kids on the street

From the back seat, back seat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

You forget this shit comes from the street

Like a line full of hoes

Ask anybody, the street knows.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

When they see me out in the street

Leave you severed across the street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet