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

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Music is done without love but is done for the money

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

I love the money but i hate the cheese

Rideright back to the movies

I took my rap money and i went and brought some guns tho

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

But hates it when im in the streets makin some money

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny