This is a song about "Voices of the street"

I'm lockin' the street, man it's survival of the fittest,

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

I tried to drown the voices with the drugs that i've used

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

Ya know i'm the one packing heat, undefeated i can't be beat, king of the street

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Searching for all the voices

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Yea we hard on the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

That had the voices that people worshiped.

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit