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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Once upon a time, i was standing on the streets

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Kids in a daze because the drug filled streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

An overdosed fucker and a hoe from the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

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

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

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