This is a song about "A young boy leaving in the streets"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Trying to keep ya lil' boy out the streets.

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Toss a nervous laugh in shes plays in the streets

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

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

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

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Watch a nigga snap back, dead in the streets

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit