This is a song about "Walking down the street with a beer in my hand"

Disformed since i was born at 11 o'clock in the mourn with a pen in my hand

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

So soon. minding your own business walking down the street just doing you like nike says.

Even if they pursuit us, they cannot permute us,shoot us or uproot us

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Me and my peeps often meet

While i’m walking down the street

Rolling down the street in my suv

Let me rideuntil i get free