This is a song about "These sstreet"

These rappers say they getting high, but these niggas below me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Poke out from behind her

These punchlines deliver

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

All on the furniture with no regards

I'm calling these shots i'm jumpin these charts

Right flows down and they might go nice

So ill get up and spit these

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Demons, these angels just took control of these beasts