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

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Take a walk with me, let me show you the streets,