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

Against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

We're like broken bones, a soaking rose that's grown in the streets,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

The pain of the memories of you in the hospital last, forever and a day it seems.

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

Its hard for a black man on the streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

I can always go home and look down my street

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

He signed with the label of green and white he never looked back a fucking day

To find out me and your man be sharing skirtsi'm hoping you don't take this the wrong way