This is a song about "What we do in the streets"

That we just do what feels right at the time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

What do we say to the parents of students of plaza elementary?

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I just crashed and collapsed,like what the fuck do we do now!?

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

I'm already running in. what exactly is keeping him? do you know what we were in?

Don't understand why we do what we do

I bet that mirror gon show you