This is a song about "Weed and the streets"

To soho, baby milo so dope

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

The mean streets, water flows through vessels, and relationships,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

And all the nerds claim that they in the streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Thirteen years old and know about the streets, hustler,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her