This is a song about "Walking down the street"

Down the street to the car,

Hope my city is not too far

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

On trial for possession of some chronic

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

I heard your heartbeat, when you fell down on the street.

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

You see 'em down a couple blocks lockin' the street,

African queen got what you need

I'll own your ass up and down the street

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor