This is a song about "The streets guns money brothers balljng love hope"

His tortured soul yearned for guns but it was just faltered hope

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Dangerous streets, we need the guns unloaded,

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Played our beats on the streets

Little more weed, first class seats

My and my 10 brothers dont have money for tha bail. it's hell,

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans