This is a song about "A child living on the streets famous"

Man i carry on tradition and the essence of streets,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Brought up on the streets at corners

Played our beats on the streets

When you're reachin' your dreams

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Coughing phlegm on the streets as history repeats

Go on this sight for a daily basis. i hope one day enough to make me famous.

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

Forgone the birth of a child who's life is a curse

Streets became home to me/ like a mother to be/ the streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans