This is a song about "A day of the streets"

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

On a pillow for the rest of the fuckin day

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Saying 'hi' to someone in the streets only takes a shred of our effort

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I'm a wigga who aint gon rap that much about the streets.

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Its hard for a black man on the streets

I'm tryna bring back the vibe of hip hop in the streets,

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

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Sitting down for the rest of the day, i need a geniuine ray of enlightenment,

Hopping to get eaten by a gust, i'm not the greatest, i'm just an atom of a dust.

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets