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

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

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

For the people at least in the streets thoughts of peace,

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

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

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

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

Mention me in a tweet, speak of me on the streets,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed