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

You should keep an eye out for who's around on the street

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Rob you on the street with the nine

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Yea we hard on the street

We can't catch the beat

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

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

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

When they see me out in the street

If he does my soul to keep

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Picking up all the girls on the street,