This is a song about "A woman brought up in the streets"

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

It was evil, there was peace in the streets, a breathing unit,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

All that ass in your jeans

Hit me up on the streets

Cops won't look in the streets,

Tryna kill my dreams

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

It was us who raised all the tensions and brought in a new contention…

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I came up in the streets, stay duckin' police