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

Father dude that wont put down the beer

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

With a blunt in there hand,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

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

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Walking down the dark corridor with chloroform like the avengers going against

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live