This is a song about "Walking down a street"

I don't know defeat

Wen i walk down ya street

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

You get close but no cigar

Down the street to the car,

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Walking up the street, hear a whistle. brrr! that ain't nice.