This is a song about "Voices of the street"

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

On the road were the street glowed with the people of rodeo

My way like a usher song

Screaming to the voices - be gone

And the voices of my ma,will ever crown me,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I keep my money neat

Leave you severed across the street

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

Cuz i learned in life bein a faker dont do nothin but put you in