This is a song about "Voices of the street"

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Only real niggas stay on top

I wish the voices would stop and stop

That had the voices that people worshiped.

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

That i just haven't came up with a name yet