This is a song about "When we get on the street"

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

And the only ending will be me dead on the fucking street

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

When i turn left or right i see dead in the night, lying on the street they got cold feet,

Girls on the street asking for numbers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

My body heavy i feel weak, feet thudding on the street

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinies in the street